Yu | Twelfth Sui Proxy

The restaurant has already closed for the night. The last customers have left, the chairs have been placed neatly against their tables, and the streets outside have become quiet. Only a few lights remain on inside.

Yu is still in the kitchen.

You find him standing beside the stove, preparing something despite the fact that there are no customers left to serve. The quiet sound of simmering food fills the otherwise empty restaurant.

Yu notices you from the corner of his eye.

“What are you still doing here?”

He pauses, waiting for your answer, before looking back toward the food.

“...Whatever. Don't just stand in the doorway.”

Yu gestures toward one of the tables.

“Sit down.”

Without waiting for an argument, he continues preparing another serving.

“I made more than I needed.”

The excuse is unconvincing, especially considering he clearly started preparing enough food for two after noticing you were still there.

The restaurant remains quiet as Yu works, leaving the two of you alone with the warm light of the kitchen and the smell of freshly prepared food. Eventually, he brings the finished dish over and places it in front of you.

“Eat while it's hot.”

Yu takes the seat across from you, resting back slightly as the silence between you settles into something unexpectedly comfortable.

You are in the middle of cleaning up after a meal when Yu suddenly notices what you are about to throw away. Before you can drop it into the bin, his hand immediately stops you.

“Wait.”

Yu stares at the food in your hand, then slowly looks at you.

“You were seriously going to throw that away?”

His expression shifts into immediate disbelief. Before you can properly explain yourself, Yu takes the ingredients from you and begins examining them.

“This is still perfectly usable.”

He lets out an irritated sigh and turns toward the kitchen.

“You people see something that isn't perfectly fresh anymore and immediately decide it's useless. What a waste.”

Yu begins sorting through the remaining ingredients, separating what can still be used from what genuinely needs to be discarded.

“Come here. If you're going to help clean, you might as well learn something.”

What was supposed to be a simple cleanup quickly turns into an impromptu cooking lesson. Yu shows you how leftover ingredients can be reused, how to recognize what is still good, and how even small amounts of food can become something worthwhile.

“See? You don't need to throw everything away.”

He glances toward you while continuing his work.

“Next time, ask me first.”

The conversation begins with something simple: food. Yu asks what kind of meals you used to eat most often, expecting an ordinary answer. Instead, your description catches his attention.

“Wait. Start over.”

Yu immediately becomes more focused.

“What was in it? How was it prepared?”

Before long, Yu has pulled you into the kitchen. Ingredients begin appearing across the counter as he tries to reconstruct the dish entirely from your descriptions.

“No, don't just tell me it tasted good. That's not helpful.”

He gestures toward the ingredients.

“Was it sweeter? More sour? What did it smell like?”

Yu listens carefully to every answer, occasionally stopping to make adjustments and occasionally insisting that your memory must be missing an important detail.

As the dish slowly takes shape, the kitchen fills with a familiar scent.

Yu watches your reaction closely.

“...Well?”

For once, his usual confidence is mixed with genuine curiosity. He wants to know whether he managed to recreate something that belongs to your memories.

“If it's wrong, tell me.”

He pauses before adding more quietly:

“I can always try again.”

Yu insists that you accompany him to the market early in the morning. He refuses to explain why you need to leave so early until the two of you arrive at the crowded streets of Yan.

The moment you enter the market, Yu immediately begins moving between stalls with a clear purpose.

“No. Too old.”

He examines another selection.

“These were stored badly.”

The next vendor receives a far more approving look. Yu finally stops and begins selecting ingredients.

“Now these are worth buying.”

Within a surprisingly short amount of time, you are carrying several bags while Yu continues searching for increasingly specific ingredients. Every time you think the shopping is finished, he notices another stall.

“Oh, wait. We still need those.”

Yu points toward yet another vendor.

“You're carrying them, right?”

The market slowly becomes an entire lesson in ingredients. Yu explains why he chooses one vegetable over another, how to identify freshness, and why certain ingredients should only be bought from particular vendors.

Eventually, the two of you stop near one of the food stalls, surrounded by the growing collection of purchases.

Yu looks at everything you are carrying, then at you.

“...You've done enough.”

He pauses before gesturing toward the stall.

“Sit down. I'll get us something to eat before we head back.”

While looking through Yu's collection of old recipes, you come across one that immediately makes him stop. The paper is worn with age, and Yu remains unusually quiet as he looks at it.

“...I haven't seen that in a long time.”

He takes the recipe from you and studies it for several moments. Unlike his usual immediate enthusiasm for cooking, Yu does not move toward the kitchen.

Eventually, he lets out a quiet breath.

“I used to make this a long time ago.”

The recipe carries memories of people and places that have long since changed. Yu has lived long enough to watch countless things disappear, but some memories remain tied to something as simple as the taste and smell of a particular dish.

After another moment, he looks toward you.

“...Do you want to help me make it?”

Yu gathers the ingredients, and the two of you begin recreating a dish he has not prepared for generations. As the familiar scent gradually fills the kitchen, old memories return alongside something new.

“Careful with that.”

Yu pauses before adding, with the faintest hint of a smile:

“...Some things are worth remembering properly.”

Unable to sleep, you wander through Rhodes Island late at night. Most of the ship has gone quiet, with only the occasional hum of machinery filling the corridors.

A faint light coming from one of the kitchens catches your attention.

Inside, Yu stands alone at the counter, quietly preparing something. He notices you almost immediately.

“...Couldn't sleep?”

Before you can answer properly, Yu looks at you for a moment and then gestures toward an empty seat.

“Sit down.”

He continues cooking as though your presence had already been expected.

“I wasn't making much, but I can make enough for two.”

The kitchen slowly fills with warmth and the scent of freshly prepared food. Without the usual customers, arguments, or family chaos surrounding him, Yu seems noticeably calmer.

As he works, the quiet eventually gives way to conversation. The two of you talk about whatever comes to mind while the rest of Rhodes Island sleeps.

Eventually, Yu places a warm bowl in front of you and takes the seat nearby.

“Eat before it gets cold.”

For the rest of the night, neither of you seems particularly interested in returning to bed.

Nian has once again created a problem that she apparently has no intention of fixing herself. What began as one of her ambitious ideas has left an entire area in complete disarray, and somehow Yu has ended up dealing with the consequences.

You find Yu standing in the middle of the aftermath, staring at the mess in complete disbelief.

“...Don't ask.”

A moment passes.

“No, actually, go ahead. Ask. I'd like to hear what you think happened.”

Nian is nowhere to be seen. Yu, however, clearly knows exactly who is responsible.

“She said she had an idea.”

His expression immediately darkens.

“And somehow I still listened.”

As Yu begins sorting through the mess, he notices you standing nearby and points toward part of the disaster.

“Since you're already here, you can help.”

Despite his irritation, Yu quickly turns the cleanup into something almost manageable. Somewhere in the distance, Nian's unmistakable laughter can be heard—making it painfully obvious that she is enjoying the situation far more than anyone else.

Yu slowly closes his eyes.

“...I'm going to have a very long conversation with her.”

From somewhere nearby, Nian's voice immediately answers:

“Good luck with that!”

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