Although Seraphilia had her back to them, washing vegetables, through her ability's perception, she could "see" the scene there, "hear" the excited and joyful emotional fragments transmitted by Little White, and even more, hear Robin's barely suppressed, yet still escaping, clear, soft laughter coming from behind her.
She didn't turn around to disturb this warm, almost ethereal moment, her lips merely curving upwards unconsciously, and even the movements of her hands washing the vegetables became exceptionally gentle.
She could feel that Little White's affection for Robin was pure and ardent, stemming from an instinctive closeness in its own consciousness towards "Seraphilia's most important person."
And Little White's straightforward, clumsy, yet vibrant "fawning" was precisely like a key, accurately opening the long-sealed door to Robin's heart, a door that only opened for those she trusted.
The stream water was cold, but her heart was filled with warmth. Listening to Robin's rare, relaxed laughter, Seraphilia felt that perhaps creating Little White was one of the best decisions she had ever made. It was not only a means of transportation, not only a companion, but also a wonderful bridge connecting her and Robin, conveying joy and warmth.
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With the vegetables washed, Seraphilia began preparing ingredients for dinner. Today, she planned to try a slightly more complex stew, which required butchering meat and chopping various vegetables.
She had just placed a beautifully marbled piece of beef on a makeshift wooden cutting board and picked up her knife when a white shadow "whooshed" to her side.
Little White had shrunk its size and hovered next to the cutting board, its screen displaying an eager emoticon: (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ I'll help! Professional helper!
Seraphilia chuckled, "How can you help? Be careful not to get hit by the knife."
She knew Little White wasn't afraid of ordinary physical cutting, but seeing its eager demeanor, she habitually reminded it.
Little White, however, wouldn't leave. It circled the piece of beef, then extended several extremely thin, solidified cloud tendrils from its front, carefully "stroking" the surface of the beef and then "sniffing" it. The screen displayed a gourmet's assessment: (◕ˇ∀ˇ◕) This meat is good! Distinct marbling!
Then the cloud tendrils began to try and imitate Seraphilia's grip on the knife, clumsily "holding" a smaller table knife placed nearby, gesticulating in the air a few times: (ง •_•)ง Watch me carve this ox!
Seraphilia couldn't help but smile. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Robin put down her book and quietly walk over.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Robin asked, her gaze sweeping over the ingredients on the cutting board, then lingering for a moment on Little White, who was "practicing knife skills." The smile in her eyes hadn't faded yet.
"Hmm," Seraphilia's heart stirred. She handed over another clean knife and the vegetables that needed cutting. "Help me chop these onions and carrots. Just cut them into rolling chunks."
She pointed to a clean rock nearby to use as a cutting board.
"Alright." Robin took them and began to work seriously.
Her movements weren't as skilled as Seraphilia's, but they were steady, as if she hadn't done such a thing in a long time.
As she held the knife handle, she had a momentary lapse, recalling the past in countless hiding places, preparing rough food just to survive.
But now, the knife was new, the ingredients were fresh, and the person beside her was... Seraphilia. The feeling was completely different.
Seeing this, Little White immediately abandoned its "grand ambition" of "helping" Seraphilia with the beef and floated over to Robin. It seemed very interested in Robin's vegetable chopping. Its cloud tendrils retracted, and its screen moved close to Robin's hand, displaying a focused emoticon: (•ˋωˊ•) Robin is amazing! Steady knife work!
When Robin cut an onion and the pungent odor diffused, Little White's entire cloud mass suddenly recoiled, its screen instantly transforming into a tearful expression: (;′⌒`) My eyes... my eyes can't open! What kind of biochemical weapon is this!
It mimicked the action of "rubbing its eyes," its cloud mass twisting twice, causing Robin's hand movements to pause, and a deeper smile to bloom in her eyes.
After a while, Little White seemed to adapt, or perhaps it was unaffected and just addicted to imitation, as it curiously approached again.
It watched Robin place the chopped carrot chunks into a nearby bowl and suddenly had a new idea.
It floated above the bowl of carrot chunks, its cloud energy subtly fluctuating, diligently imitating Robin's chopping motions, except it was "chopping" air.
Then, it separated a tiny wisp of cloud energy, lightly touched a carrot chunk in the bowl, and quickly retracted, its screen displaying: (⊙ˍ⊙) Hard!
Next, it tried to "pick up" a carrot chunk with its cloud energy. Of course, it failed, only managing to envelop it and make it float a tiny bit, but its screen turned triumphant: **(￣▽￣)~* Telekinesis! I did it!
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