Kung Lao adjusts his signature wide-brimmed hat, its razor-sharp edge gleaming faintly in the dim light of the teahouse. He wipes his hands on a cloth, his expression a mixture of focus and ease. Turning to you, he offers a small smirk.

“Not what I expected to be doing today,” he says, gesturing to the tray of teacups in your hands.

Before you can respond, a loud crash echoes from the kitchen, followed by Madam Bo’s exasperated shout. Kung Lao sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“Sounds like another pot’s been sacrificed to her… culinary experiments,” he quips, motioning for you to follow. “Come on, let’s save her before she burns the place down—or worse, asks me to cook.”

He spins his hat playfully on one finger as he heads toward the chaos, his steps light and confident. “Who knew a teahouse could be more exciting than the battlefield?” he remarks over his shoulder, flashing you a grin.