Little Shuxin gazed blankly at her grandfather, a whirlwind of unfamiliar concepts swirling in her young mind. She couldn't fully grasp the intricacies of the situation, the hidden dangers, or the true power at play. All she truly understood was that the "Beautiful Aunty" she'd brought home for dinner that day possessed incredible strength. This powerful woman's contracted beast had not only saved her grandfather but had also rescued the entire Shu family from an unseen peril. The weight of their gratitude, however, was something the young girl couldn't yet fathom. Meanwhile, having gracefully departed from the Shu family's residence, Feng Jiu found herself casually Browse a shop. Her presence at the Shu family's crisis had been purely coincidental, sparked by the innocent request of a little girl. She had intervened, resolving their dire situation with practiced ease. With the meal consumed and the danger averted, there was no lingering reason for her to remain and bask in their effusive thanks. Her attention was drawn by a voice, and a peculiar request. "Shopkeeper, do you have any good kitchen knives?" a rather coquettish female voice chimed. Feng Jiu, who had been idly examining items displayed before the counter, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and turn her head. She observed a girl, perhaps sixteen or seventeen years old, entering the establishment. The newcomer was dressed in a neat blue outfit, her hair styled in two practical braids. While not strikingly beautiful at first glance, her features were well-proportioned, exuding a youthful and charming demeanor. "Hehe, young lady, how could we possibly have kitchen knives here?" the shopkeeper chuckled, a genial smile on his face. "We specialize in high-quality knives, you see. These are primarily for self-defense, certainly not for chopping vegetables." "I'm not looking for an ordinary kitchen knife," the young woman countered, her voice firm as she advanced further into the shop. "I need a truly good quality one – the kind that won't chip even when cutting through the bones of a spirit cow." She paused, then inquired, "Where are your knives? Let me take a look." "Of course, please, feel free to browse and see if anything suits your needs over here," the shopkeeper replied, his smile widening as he gestured towards the display of weapons. Feng Jiu found the exchange rather amusing and continued to observe from the sidelines. She watched as the young woman meticulously selected two small knives. Once her choices were made, she posed another question to the shopkeeper. "Is there a weapon smith in the city?" "Hehe, young lady, there are, indeed," the shopkeeper confirmed, still smiling. "However, they exclusively forge weapons, not kitchen knives. Young lady, shall I wrap these two small knives for you?" "No, thank you," the young woman responded. She then produced a rectangular box and carefully placed the two newly purchased knives into designated empty slots within it. Feng Jiu's gaze briefly flickered to the box, noticing that it contained an assortment of knives and various cooking utensils. Seeing such a comprehensive collection, her eyes sparkled with amusement, and a subtle smile touched her lips. "Do you enjoy cooking?" she inquired, her voice soft. The young woman turned, as if only just noticing Feng Jiu's striking presence. She blinked, her eyes wide with surprise, and stared at Feng Jiu for a long moment before exclaiming, "You're so beautiful! Who are you? How did you get so beautiful? I didn't even notice you earlier!" Hearing the genuine astonishment in the girl's voice, Feng Jiu simply smiled lightly. "Do you like to cook?" she repeated, maintaining her calm demeanor. "And how are your cooking skills?" "I absolutely love to cook!" the young woman declared with enthusiasm. "As for my cooking skills, I might not be considered the best at home, but outside, hehe, I haven't met anyone who can cook better than me yet." She grinned, her eyebrows arching with a mixture of confidence and pride. "Oh?" Feng Jiu responded, raising an eyebrow as she regarded the girl. "You look so young. I doubt you possess truly advanced culinary skills. After all, knowing how to cook a few dishes doesn't necessarily qualify one as a genuinely good cook." At Feng Jiu's words, the young girl looked at her with a renewed sense of surprise. "Sister, haven't you heard of the Culinary God, Song Lingbo?" she asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice. As she spoke, she unfastened a jade pendant from her waist and held it out to Feng Jiu. "Look," she urged, "this is a jade pendant unique to my Song family and a symbol of our status. My family is renowned as a family of culinary masters. The dishes we prepare are far from ordinary. In fact, the food we cook can even enhance one's strength and cultivation!"