[ on this fine sunday, lu bixing is in the kitchen of one of the restaurants, sitting on the counter. something's cooking in here - it smell good, like spices and savory food, and one of the ovens appears to be puttering away at baking something other.
bixing himself is just sitting. he has a book in his hands - it looks like it might be a textbook - and his personal device is on, showing a timer floating above his wrist for whatever's in there cooking. there's a cup next to him, but it appears to just be water. hey. ]
w5, sunday
bixing himself is just sitting. he has a book in his hands - it looks like it might be a textbook - and his personal device is on, showing a timer floating above his wrist for whatever's in there cooking. there's a cup next to him, but it appears to just be water. hey. ]