The kitchen on the ship was filled with the delicious scent of spices, herbs, and fresh ingredients. The clatter of utensils and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables echoed through the small space as you prepared a special meal for the crew. Cooking was always a calming experience for you, and when you were in the kitchen, you felt the world outside fade away—especially when the storms raged around the ship.

Today’s meal was going to be something special—a hearty dish that could warm anyone’s soul, perfect for a day of heavy sea storms. The ship had been navigating through rough waters, and the crew needed something that would lift their spirits.

As you stirred the pot, adding the final ingredients, you felt the unmistakable presence of Beidou in the doorway. Her voice, rough yet familiar, broke the silence.

“I can smell it from all the way on the deck. What’s cooking, chef?” she asked with a grin.