yixing and the kitchen have never had a good relationship. the only things he can cook without too much anxiety are pot stickers and rice. even the latter sometimes ends up a little runny.
for her, though, he’ll try his best. “i’m glad you’re a witch,” he mumbles under his breath, turning the switch on the stove to ignite the fire. “that probably means you’re made of stronger stuff. you haven’t ever had food poisoning, have you? i don’t really want to be the first to give you that.”
she could still not comprehend exactly the meaning behind ‘cooking for someone’. she had read in a book, and was told by her witch doctor, that humans seemed to give importance to cooking for someone. that was why madoka had asked yixing to cook something, so she could see how it was done without her zapping it up. but what madoka really learned while watching him, was that seeing him try for her created such a fulfilling warmth in her heart which she was unable to explain what it was.
every moment with yixing so far, was also a lesson, and the new one had overwhelmed her heart to the point of shedding two tears. his cute questions though soon made madoka chuckle , wiping those two sneaky tears that had managed to roll down her warm cheeks. “i’m actually weak to witch sicknesses but not to food poisoning. however, i learned something today. i want to be able to cook too, instead of just zapping food out. there seems to be some kind of, deep meaning when humans cook for others. you’re a very good professor yixing!” she tip toed, grabbed his cheeks and kissed his lips briefly so as to not distract him from what he was doing. a happy grin remained on her lips after.
