Her mother passed away early, and her father was a fifth-level caster at Hongxing Rolling Mill. Three months ago, he died from an occupational injury.,In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.,Du Fei frowned and didn't plan to cook himself. He turned back into the inner room and began rummaging through boxes and drawers.。