Lan Wangji is in the kitchen and he needs all the space to move around. He's been there for nearly hours. There are sounds of him moving the pots and pans, cutting up ingredients of meats and vegetables on the board, and stirring the pot. Eventually, the kitchen is hot and steamy, with a warm aroma in the air as the stew was boiling.

Hours later, when he finished setting the dining room table up, he came upon him taking a nap. "Wei Ying, dinner is ready, so come to the dining room. It's a special stew. I don't have all the ingredients like lotus root, but it's a pork rib stew soup."