Hibwha skillfully wielded a wooden spoon, demonstrating a remarkable comfort with the task at hand.

In practice, she found that the techniques she employed in creating fluorescent paint bore striking similarities to the culinary methods detailed in the recipe.

Despite it being her inaugural attempt at cooking, Iwa exhibited a surprising proficiency.

The chicken pieces coated in cracked black pepper and salt tumbled in the oil gradually turning a golden hue, their exterior becoming crisp and firm.

This batch of poultry was sourced from the pastures under the jurisdiction of the four-year.

Classified as premium ingredients delivered in the evening.

These exquisite morsels have been kept chilled with water elemental stones ensuring their freshness albeit at a steep price.

This particular breed brought back from the divine battles boasted smooth skin and tender meat.

And now as they were sought, they released a powerful aroma.

As the chicken turned a dectable gold and developed a crispy crust, Iwa added diced potatoes and carrots to the pan, continuing to stir until the vegetables exhibited a slight char.

She poured in enough water to cover the ingredients, bent down to retrieve a piece of firewood and reduce the flame.

Slowly, the broth began to bubble, accompanied by the comforting sounds of simmering, transforming the scent from intense to rich.

Hiba then took out the dough she had previously kneaded and allowed to rise, expertly rolling it into small balls before flattening them into round patties.

As darkness enveloped the sky, the only illumination came from the glowing paint on the mushroom houses's exterior.

The elven city fell into a serene quietude, disturbed only by the luminescent structures lining the streets and the light from the mushroom street lamps which harmonized with the elemental stones.

With the aroma intensifying, several little elves were drawn to the scene, peeking into Hibwa as courtyard.

How delightful.

Senior Highwa is preparing something scrumptious.

It smells divine.

Gray chunk, white, seven points.

Let's go buy some food.

I'll pitch in 10 coins.

Let us hurry.

In no time, three miniature elves from the neighboring house ventured out, aware that lingering outside their neighbors home was somewhat impolite, especially now that Twilight had not yet fully settled in.

They hastily set off to procure something to eat.

The former neighbor, Shuabai, worked with a construction team and has recently relocated to the newly developed second fairy city, exchanging homes with three new little fairies.

The residence of Hibiwa is situated three streets away from Barua, requiring a good 10 minutes of hopping at a normal pace to reach.

Upon learning of the potential exchange, Hibwa realized it was too late to act.

Compared to their previous neighbor, Shuabai, these newcomers brought a bit more noise, but also a considerable amount of lively energy.

Since their arrival, the vicinity next to Bowwa's home has become consistently vibrant.

How delightful.

Hi, Baywa.

Bua awakening from slumber, Groggy hopped towards a backyard, grasping a wooden basin.

Burua positioned it beneath a water pipe, filling it with water before leaping in, rubbing soap nuts across its body.

After a few spins, it emerged, shaking off the excess water and rinsed itself under the clear stream from the pipe.

The entire bathing ritual was completed in under 3 minutes, leaving it feeling invigorated.

I slept in a bit today.

Not quite sure why I feel so drowsy.

You could have woken me up, it remarked, finding a corner away from the cooking pot, shaking itself vigorously while playfully addressing Hibia.

Be gentle.

You're splashing water over here.

Hi retorted while kneading dough.

All right, where are you getting at? It's a rare day off.

Bua, if you can enjoy a little more sleep.

Staying up late is always more exhausting than a proper rest.

Previously, while on night watch in the wheat fields, Hibiwa often felt quite fatigued.

As Bowa shook off the water, it spotted a white blanket hanging on the clothesline and cheerfully exclaimed, "Hiwa, wow, you wash my blanket.

Thank you.

I need to bathe, too.

Just a moment.

" At this point, Hibiwa had already needed a batch of dough.

Covering each small dough piece with a cloth, it placed the board alongside the stove, awaiting further fermentation.

Soon when these small rounds grow larger, they will be ready for cooking.

Meanwhile, Bualt wielded a cloth, using the foamy bathing water to wipe down the entire house.

Following its routine, it began with the table, then the bedside, window sill, and finally the floor before proceeding to the stone flooring in the yard.

You're going to use a single cloth for the entire house again, Hiba commented, observing Brawa's actions.

It was perplexed whether Bowel was being clean or rather careless.

In its own home, multiple cloths were a necessity, ensuring that the cloth for the table was never the same as that for the floor.

Yet, Bureau was unperturbed by such details.

It was a carefree little fairy, cleaning however it pleased.

The cloth has been washed.

It's clean, so why not use it everywhere? Plus, we can't waste the bathing foam, Burua cheerfully replied to Hibwa.

You're quite the miser, Hibai remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

Despite earning a fair amount, Brawa had recently become increasingly frugal.

Within the household, there was but one wooden basin, a single cloth, two blankets, one of which was a birthday gift from Hibwa to Birua.

It consumes only the 5-cent pancakes for meals, and its beverages consist solely of plain boiled water.

It purchases inferior soap wart for cleaning, assuing the more expensive soaps.

Despite this, the miscellaneous shop has already begun producing soap, and they're actively promoting it under the charming slogan fragrant and pure, beloved by the divine.

It even purchased a bar to test.

While the white-eared only has some soap word at home, rumor has it that after work, the white-eared occasionally takes on odd jobs, though it is uncertain how much money he intends to save.

The truth of this rumor remains ambiguous as inquiries directed at the white-eared yield no response, leaving the matter unclear.

This perplexes the black and white flower, perhaps attributing it to the white-eareds innate pinchant for saving as they awaited the dough to rise.

The white-eared stoked the fire while engaging in conversation with the black and white flower.

I shall treat you all to today as feast, declared the black and white flower.

Oh, splendid.

What delightful dishes have you prepared? Inquired the white-yeared.

Chicken stewed with potatoes, carrots, and peppers served with pancakes, replied the black and white flower.

What an unfamiliar combination.

It seems to be a dish that even Choo Choo has never made, remarked the white eared while polishing the window, conversing with friend in the yard through the glass.

I learned this from a cookbook at the library.

It also seems to be known by another name, Iron Pot Stew, where everything is cooked in one pot.

This is a rather homely dish from the northeastern region of the divine realm, greatly favored by many deities, explained the black and white flower.

This dish typically involves a combination of meats and various vegetables simmer together as the recipe states that deities can add whatever meats and vegetables they desire.

At this juncture, the black and white flower paused, adding more firewood, its eyes sparkling with excitement as it turned to share its discovery of this wondrous dish with friends.

Will small sprites be included? Interjected the white-eared.

Chapter 85.

The harmonious sprite, the little sprite, is not appetizing.

Only the void beast finds delight in consuming them.

Such a dreadful notion should not be uttered.

By huah retorted and continued, "This dish known as iron pot stew is said to be exquisite when accompanied by vermicelli, but alas, we do not sell vermicelli here.

" After responding to by erdo s inquiry, Bhuahua scured off to wash its paws.

What is vermicelli by Erdwa inquired? Is a food made from crushed potatoes.

The recipe provides only a brief description, and I have yet to find the exact method of preparation.

Bihuahua replied.

Now having cleaned its claws and shaking them to dry.

After finishing the cleaning of the entire room, Berdo went to the courtyard to change the water for washing the cloth, all the while speaking.

The realm of the divine is truly wondrous.

Food is imbued with such wisdom.

The divine realm must be a magnificent world brimming with allure.

With a cloth freshly soaked in water, it spoke excitedly, its eyes shimmering with longing, as if through the curling smoke rising from the courtyard, it glimpsed the once thriving world of the deities.