Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

In the soft afternoon sunlight, every corner of the kitchen is coated with a faint golden glow.

The breeze that occasionally comes through the window lattice gently blows the tips of Mo Yun and Mo Zi's hair, bringing a touch of coolness and comfort.

Mo Yun was wearing a spotless white apron dotted with a few elegant little flowers, which made her look particularly fresh and refined.

He stood in front of the stove, holding the sharp kitchen knife tightly in his hand, and every cut seemed so effortless. His eyes were focused and deep, as if the whole world was concentrated in this small space.

Whenever he looked up at his sister, his eyes were always filled with endless tenderness and doting.

Mo Zi stood beside her brother, wearing a pink apron with a cute rabbit pattern embroidered on it, which complemented her innocent face.

She nervously gripped a smaller knife in her hands, carefully gesturing at the ingredients on the chopping board. Although her movements were still a little awkward, her serious expression made people want to cheer her on.

"Azi, look, this is how you should cut vegetables. Your hands should be steady and the knife should be sharp." Mo Yun said as he gently held his sister's hand, guiding her to feel the correct posture for cutting vegetables.

Mo Zi widened her eyes, observing her brother's movements intently, and then imitated them carefully: "Is that so? I still can't do it..." There was a hint of frustration in her tone.

Mo Yun smiled gently, his eyes full of encouragement: "It's okay, just try a few more times. Look, you are much better now than before." As he spoke, he gently patted his sister's head to comfort her.

"Really? Then I'll try again!" Mo Zi was encouraged and cheered up. He picked up the kitchen knife again and cut the ingredients carefully.

"By the way, A Zi, remember not to put too much salt, otherwise the dish will be too salty." Mo Yun reminded from the side.

"Yeah, I remember!" Mo Zi nodded, but after a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how long does it take to cook this dish?"

"It will only take a few more minutes of frying. Look at the color, it has become very beautiful." Mo Yun said as he adjusted the heat to ensure that the dish could be heated evenly.

"Wow, brother, you are so awesome! You can do everything!" Mo Zi looked at his brother with admiration, with twinkling lights in his eyes.

"No, no, as long as Zi'er wants to learn, brother can teach you." Mo Yun smiled with some pride, but more of it was love and care for his sister.

"Then brother, will you make delicious food for me every day in the future?" Mo Zi suddenly made an "unreasonable" request, but her eyes were full of anticipation.

"Of course, as long as Zi'er likes it, brother will do it for you every day." Mo Yun agreed to his sister's request without hesitation, his heart filled with happiness and satisfaction.

As the cooking progressed, an enticing aroma gradually filled the kitchen.

It was the wonderful aroma of various ingredients intertwined at high temperatures, making one's mouth water at the mere smell. As Mo Yun stir-fried the dishes in the pot, she would occasionally teach her sister some cooking techniques and tips.

His voice was gentle yet powerful, and every word seemed to carry magic, making Mo Zi intoxicated.

As for Mo Zi, she would sometimes stare wide-eyed, carefully observing her brother's movements; sometimes she would frown, thinking, trying hard to recall what her brother had just said.

Whenever she finally mustered up the courage to try a new move, her expression of nervousness and anticipation always made people laugh.

And every time she successfully completed a step, her joy and sense of accomplishment were beyond words.