Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

So she tried to use magic to manipulate the kitchen utensils, chanting, "Magic, oh magic, please help this poor thing!" The utensils seemed to come alive and began to fly through the air.

The magic controlled the knife, which began peeling the pumpkin, but the knife swung left and right, sending pumpkin skin flying everywhere. Then the magic directed the knife to cut the pumpkin into pieces, but these pieces were of varying sizes and strange shapes.

The pot flew onto the stove automatically, water was added automatically, and pumpkin chunks were thrown into the pot all at once. She then used magic to make the seasonings jump into the pot by themselves, but the magic seemed to have gone out of control, and the seasonings were spilled everywhere.

After much effort, I finally cooked a pot of pumpkin soup. The soup was a riot of colors, and the taste was extremely strange, with an indescribable pungent odor.

Shen Ying looked at the pot of "masterpieces" with a bitter face, wondering to herself, "Is this edible?" But the rumbling in her stomach left her no choice. She gritted her teeth, ladled out a bowl, closed her eyes, and took a sip.

"Pfft!" The pumpkin soup that had just entered her mouth was suddenly sprayed out by Shen Ying like a fountain.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?! Did I really make this? It's practically a biological weapon!" She spat and spat as she frantically pushed the pumpkin soup in front of her far, far away, as if it weren't a bowl of soup, but a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Shen Ying felt utterly hopeless, her eyes glazed over. She possessed magical powers, yet she couldn't even cook a meal to fill her stomach. Sigh, maybe she should go out and see if there were any wild fruits to fill her belly.

Just as she was wondering what to do, she suddenly saw a bag of beans in the corner, jumped up excitedly, and shouted, "I can boil the beans and eat them! Haha, now I won't go hungry!"

Without hesitation, she decided to use magic to start a fire, chanting incantations and making magical hand gestures. But who could have imagined that the magic would short-circuit at the crucial moment! With a loud "bang," she was instantly surrounded by a huge ball of fire.

"Cough cough cough!" The violent coughing was drowned out by the thick smoke filling the room, turning the entire kitchen into a smoky mess. As the smoke gradually dissipated, Shen Ying stood there covered in soot, sporting a ridiculously comical "afro" hairstyle with black smoke still rising from her hair, and her face streaked with black and white, looking like a little tabby cat.

She frantically swatted at the sparks on her body, coughing incessantly until tears streamed down her face. "Holy crap, what's going on?! Why am I so unlucky?!" Shen Ying was on the verge of tears.

She finally managed to cook the beans, and this time they looked alright. She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively took a bite, only to spit it out with a "pfft!" Her face contorted in disgust as she loudly complained, "Ugh! What does this taste like? It's awful! It's practically a culinary disaster!" Waaah, was she really not cut out for cooking? If only she had instant noodles; all she needed was hot water.

Shen Ying sighed and rubbed her forehead, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

She desperately tried to reassure herself: "It's definitely not because my cooking is bad. My previous dishes weren't delicious, but they weren't this terrible. It must be because I'm not used to these weird kitchen utensils! Yes, that's it, it can't be my problem!"

As Shen Ying stepped out of the castle, the soft morning sunlight shone on the grass outside, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Birds sang merrily on the branches, and the chirping of insects could be heard from the grass from time to time.

Just then, a figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a hood came into her view.

He wore a metal mask with mysterious patterns that covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep blue eyes and the beautifully sculpted lower half of his face.

His thin lips were slightly upturned, exuding a touch of sexiness, and the contours of his chin were exquisite and captivating. He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. Although his robe concealed his outstanding figure, it was still impossible to hide it.

He held a wand engraved with strange runes in his hand, and exuded a mysterious magical aura, allowing Shen Ying to instantly determine that he was a male wizard. He radiated a mysterious and profound aura.

He saw Shen Ying and acted as if they were old friends, smiling and saying, "Are you hungry? I'll go make you some food." Shen Ying was stunned, thinking to herself: I don't have the original owner's memories, so maybe he's one of the original owner's companions.

Such a large castle couldn't possibly house only one person. With that thought, she silently followed behind the wizard.

Shen Ying followed the male wizard into the castle and all the way to the kitchen.

The wizard gently waved his wand, chanting incantations. In an instant, the kitchen utensils seemed to come alive, dancing joyfully. Flames rose out of thin air, burning fiercely as if leaping merrily.

The wizard then took out ingredients from his magic bag, which seemed to be an endless treasure trove, from which strange ingredients kept floating out.

There are crystal vegetables that radiate a dreamlike glow, each leaf shimmering with a mesmerizing halo; tender and juicy phantom meat chunks whose textures constantly change into mysterious patterns; and fragrant fruits that can sing, their melodies floating in the air.

Under the control of magic, the ingredients danced freely in the air, were cut, and cooked. Before long, a series of delicious dishes full of fantastical charm appeared before our eyes.

The golden-brown, crispy roast duck radiates a rainbow of colors, its skin crisp and its meat tender, with juices slowly dripping from the cuts as if imbued with magic. The overflowing aroma, like a wondrous magical mist, is intoxicating.

The enticing aroma of the magical stewed beef is irresistible; the meat is tender and the broth is thick and rich, seemingly imbued with a mysterious power. Each piece of beef seems to tell a story of magic, making one eager to explore its secrets.

A magical fruit salad with vibrant colors, like a dreamlike painting, where various fruits are perfectly combined.

The fresh and juicy magic strawberries shimmer with pink light. Take a bite and the sweet juice bursts in your mouth, as if you are in a sweet magical world.

The mysterious amethyst grapes, like sparkling gems, exude a captivating fragrance; and the golden magic mango, once cut open, reveals golden flesh that shines like sunlight, each bite seemingly bringing a wondrous sensation.

In addition, there is the magical mushroom soup that dances, with mushrooms jumping merrily in the soup and emitting a captivating aroma.

And there's the dreamy dessert, a pink magic cake adorned with shimmering star-shaped sugar sprinkles, as if it were a delicacy plucked from the starry sky.

Shen Ying stood to the side, her eyes fixed on the table of food, her mouth watering as she swallowed it repeatedly.

Her stomach also rumbled, as if protesting that her owner hadn't hurryed up and tasted this magical delicacy.