This was indeed a promising opportunity.

I find it difficult to part with my dearest friend, Hibwa, who works on a farm in the outskirts of the Elven City.

If I were to take a job beyond the second ring, we would no longer have the opportunity to see each other every day.

Chapter 83.

A delightful aroma upon biting into the heart of the sweet wheat cake.

A morsel the size of a fingernail released in exquisite sweetness.

To White ears astonishment, the cake contained a filling.

At this discovery, White ears eyes widened with excitement.

As its ears perked up and its entire being shimmered with a rosy glow, it devoured the treat eagerly, yet failed to find another piece of fruit.

After consuming two cakes, white ears placed the remainder on the table, a wave of drowsiness washing over it.

Rising, it drew the curtains, climbed into bed, and covered its belly with a blanket, drifting into a deep slumber.

The moonlight gradually dimmed.

In the evening, black and white flower, having received their weekly wages, hurried joyfully into the city.

Upon arrival, it leaped towards the grocery store located in the west of the city, one of the few establishments still open at night in the Elven City.

It meticulously selected ingredients, drawing upon its experience from working on the farm to discern the freshness and nutritional content of the produce with a budget in mind, it sought the finest ingredients available.

As it was Friday, and with a two-day holiday ahead along with its paycheck, Black and White Flower had arranged to have dinner with White Ears.

It arrived first to procure the ingredients so that the two elves could enjoy a delightful meal together.

At this hour, White Ears was undoubtedly at home, sound asleep after its night's shift, catching up on rest.

This week, White Ears was on a night shift, sleeping during the day.

Compared to its job at the clock tower, which operated on a demanding 12-hour, 4-day rotation, the work was indeed more strenuous, though the pay was correspondingly higher.

With the progression of the elven society, various professions have become established, enriching their political, economic, and cultural landscape.

The four principal elves each hold distinct responsibilities.

Lang Dau, the city master, focuses on development.

Ling Jing Jing, the priestess, oversees spiritual guidance.

Ling Erang, the security chief, manages public safety.

And Ling Pippy, the free-spirited elf, is known for taking on various odd jobs.

Rumor has it that recently Ling Pippy has been working on construction sites, aiding many elves in building new structures to accommodate their growing population, alleviating the increasing congestion in the Elven City.

For the ordinary mini elves, temporary labor has transitioned into more stable long-term employment with the divine realm implementing an 8-hour workday and a four on three off schedule.

The labor exchange for food vouchers and course vouchers has now evolved into currency.

The deities have assisted the elves in creating money vouchers of 1, 2, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100 units which have begun to circulate.

Black and white flour scrutinized the ingredients.

It gazed at the stone ground wheat flour displayed prominently at the top of the grocery store, a staple for most elves.

However, the majority preferred to purchase ready-made cakes rather than the flour itself, as the cakes were inexpensive, delightful in taste, and convenient for consumption on the go.

In the past, black and white flour had also bought wheat cakes.

But today, being on a day off, it wished to attempt cooking alongside White Ears.

With time on its hands, it had borrowed a cookbook from the library on Wednesday and had been studying recipes amidst its work.

At this moment, the stone ground wheat flour in the grocery store was categorized based on its grind size and the proportion of divine grade wheat flour it contained, classified into top, medium, and inferior grades.

Black and white flour chose the most expensive stone ground wheat flour, purchasing half a pound.

The wheat flour when combined with water and kneaded into dough is ample enough to satiate the appetites of several dimminionive sprites.

Subsequently, it procured a small potato, a quarter of a chicken, a bell pepper, half a carrot, a small bottle of oil, half a paper packet of salt, and 30 black peppercorns.

These ingredients were intended for a feast shared with White Ear, costing a total of 322 yuan, which consumed half of its wages.

With a pained expression, it handed the notes to the vendor and placed the food into the basket, covering it with a cloth.

Indeed, preparing 1s own meals proved to be significantly more expensive than purchasing flatbreads.

Balancing the basket at top its head with a touch of magical finesse.

It leaped towards white ears abode.

The pink mushroom house situated along the central road of Sprite City occupies an area of approximately 10 square meters.

Upon arrival, black and white flower knocked on the door, producing a resounding clatter.

The door was unlocked, allowing it to enter unimpeded, accompanied by a soft, squishy sound emanating from within.

The rhythmic sounds of snoring followed soon after.

Setting the basket aside, black and white flower twisted the doororknob with its beak and pushed the door open.

As it entered, it beheld white ears sprawled on the bed, blissfully snoring beneath a gray blanket that rose and fell with its pink belly.

The sprite was still deep in slumber, such a sound sleeper.

Black and white flower peered through the now open door towards the moonlit sky, gauging the light and estimating the time.

It finished work at 6:00 in the evening, and judging by the luminosity, it surmised that it must be around 6:40.

However, its estimation could only be approximate.

It deduced the hour based on the brightness, which pald in comparison to white ears acute sense of time.

To become the clock tower s bell ringer, one must possess not only firm, resilient muscles and formidable striking power, but also an extraordinary sensitivity to time.

These sprites can measure time with precision down to the second, articulating the exact moment with an error margin of merely 10 milliseconds.

White Ear being a paragon among them can even maintain an error margin of just 5 milliseconds.

Due to its exceptional abilities during the last return of the divine being, it was White Ear who was on duty to signal the time, regrettably missing the sprite gathering.

This incident had been a source of lamentation for over a week.

Calculating the hours, it seemed White Ear had indulged in approximately 10 hours of sleep.

What a remarkable sleeper.

Black and White Flower placed the basket on the wooden table.

Noticing the stone cakes that White ear had purchased.

Upon inhaling, it detected a sweet aroma with hints of fruit reminiscent of apples hanging from the trees on a farm.

How generous of this sprite, opting for the premium fruit infused cakes rather than the cheaper stone flatbreads.

Such delicacies must fetch a price of two you want.

These cakes infused with fruity flavors are crafted by the chef's bright sprites who blend a finely chopped apple with a large vat of well fermented dough resulting in a subtly sweet treat often referred to as sweet cakes.

A flavor widely adored with a hint of fruity fragrance.

One might even be fortunate enough to encounter a small morsel of fruit flesh within.

Black and white flower drew back the curtains.

The nighttime glow outside was not harsh on the eyes.

It opened the window, allowing the fresh air to flow into the room.

None of this disrupted the peaceful slumber of the white-eared creature.

It opened the wooden box by the bedside and discovered a pristine blanket, which promptly replaced for the dingy gray one draped over its body.

Disdainfully, it grasped the corners of the gray blanket with its paw.

The black and white creature then found a wooden basin beneath the bed and tossed the gray blanket into it.

From a shelf by the window, it retrieved several dried soap pods.

Balancing the basin, it made its way to the 10 square meter courtyard, drew water from the outlet, and submerged the blanket, adding a few soap pots.

The entire bundle leaped into the basin, causing a splash.

The water turned murky while the blanket became immaculate.

After discarding the dirty water and replacing it with clean, this process was repeated several times.

Both the black and white creature and the blanket emerged fresh and fragrant.

It hung the blanket on the clothesline in the courtyard.

Subsequently, the black and white creature busied itself by cleaning the pot and starting a fire, chopping chicken, washing potatoes, carrots, and bell peppers, and cutting them into small pieces while grinding black pepper and adding water and flour.

It meticulously followed the recipe memorized, proceeding with each task in an orderly manner.

An enticing aroma wafted through the air.

Suian Hin opened her eyes wide, searching for the source of the delightful scent.

Chapter 84.

Chicken stew with potatoes, carrots, and peppers accompanied by flatbread after providing remote guidance to Lin Mau on preparing for battle.

The Dark Knight, who had recently been idly passing time at home, was dispatched to oversee and engage in the conflict.

Days swiftly turned into a fortnight.

During this period, Suzi Han remained in the divine realm, attending to every conceivable matter.

Yet, boredom soon settled in.

Tired of the temple, she cloaked herself in an illusion and wandered the divine kingdom, eventually arriving at the bustling elven city, where she was suddenly enveloped by an enticing aroma.

Unlike the faint sweetness she was accustomed to, this fragrance was rich and robust.

In the winding alleys of the small elves, Suzie Han let her senses guide her to the source of the delicious scent.

With a sizzling sound, chicken was tossed into a hot pan.

The meat danced and quivered in the heated oil, the smoke rising and mingling with a tantalizing scent that permeated the courtyard before gradually dispersing.