Beside the stove, a drawer-like oven awaited.
One merely needed to place sweet potatoes or similar foods inside and wait a while for them to transform into delightful roasted fair.
The small red sweet potatoes, roughly the size of a childless arm, roasted in the oven until their skins wrinkled and charred.
A gentle poke with chopsticks revealed their tender, golden, and creamy flesh, signaling they were ready.
Today's most exquisite main dish was a dried and roasted fish.
A plump catch store for the season, now hung in the kitchen as smoked fish by Chiaou's home was stocked with rows of these delicacies.
Remove a piece, sprinkle it with a touch of salted minced red pepper, and steam it gently.
The resulting dish is simply exquisite.
The doll II meticulously arranged the table and utensils, ensuring everything was pristine.
She and Zong sat together at the dining table, one perched on a chair and the other at top the table, eagerly awaiting the culinary creations of the industrious by Chowi in the kitchen.
As the broth bubbled, a delicate mist rose, permeating the entire kitchen and filling the air with an enticing aroma that wafted into the nostrils of a ley and Zeisson.
The vegetable soup simmerred vigorously, the steam enveloping the smoked fish suspended above in the bamboo curtain.
Meanwhile, the heat from the fire not only warmed the pot, but also heated the oven.
Baiwa stood at the stove, waiting for the right moment, channeling her energy to insulate herself from the heat as she opened the drawer to check on the sweet potatoes in the oven.
The small sweet potatoes appeared wrinkled, yielding softly when prodded with chopsticks, she delicately transferred the sweet potatoes to a plate, then with a satisfying click, closed the oven door.
Lifting the pot lid, a sizzle resonated and the steam surged more vigorously.
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The unique chili by Chowware removed the steamed fish from the bamboo curtain and then took away the curtain itself.
The pot was left with nothing but a bubbling vegetable broth.
The mashed pumpkin had transformed the liquid into a brilliant golden hue, exuding a rich, sweet aroma.
After ladling out the vegetable soup, he washed the pot and added a scoop of cool water.
The meal was now ready.
Bowwa had prepared quite a feast.
An entire pot brimming with thick vegetable soup and a plump smoked fish, while ZSN could not consume much.
A certain translucent creature was an insatiable eater, relishing every morsel.
Ever since descending from the battlefield, this spirit had taken to frequenting this place, indulging in the overtime pay bestowed by Bowie, savoring his culinary creations, and arriving home increasingly late, almost wishing to reside here permanently.
Once the meal was served, a fairy, a ghost, and a butterfly spirit sat together to dine.
"Wow, Chiawa, your culinary skills have truly improved," exclaimed Ay Lee, sipping the broth.
her eyes narrowing to mere slits in delight as she showered him with compliments.
Bachiwa, intending to remind Aly not to always mooch off him and to return home sooner, found himself swept away by her praise.
His posture lifted and spirits elevated.
The thought of urging a Lee to have her meals at home slipped from his mind.
After the meal, Ali Lee took the initiative to wash the dishes, and the cool water by Chiawa had just poured into the pot transformed into hot water on the residual warmth of the stove, conveniently aiding her task.
The sound of rushing water filled the kitchen as aly placed all the utensils into a wooden basin and began cleaning.
Meanwhile, Baiwa sat in a chair by the window, sipping juice bought from the city, gazing at the moon in a moment of respit.
Z SNS cradled her personal cup, a tiny vessel no larger than A Le's fingertip, sipping juice and also admiring the moon.
The juice flavored with orange and effervescent was sweet and tangy, causing Z's in to burp intermittently.
However, even the burps could not quell her chatty nature.
Burpiawa, is the moon really a beautiful sister? She asked.
Indeed, her name is Yuyu.
Strikingly beautiful, rivaling the deities, one of the most exquisite gods in the divine realm.
By Chowwear replied, his gaze softening as he looked at the moon.
This time, Yuyu was in seclusion and her return might herald an ascension to divinity.
Yet, he felt far from achieving the status of a demagod, uncertain of when he might catch up to her.
Unfortunately, the divine lord had not considered involving the little fairies and the fairy clan in the ongoing battles.
By Chadwa cast a glance at a Lee, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, that certain individual truly took advantage of her race, for the divine lord could always take her along in battles.
By Chowe observe his own paws sparkling with lightning.
Perhaps he pondered his own strength was not to be underestimated.
Once Aly finished washing the dishes and joined him for juice, she noticed by Chia suddenly rise, challenging her.
A fight now? Aly tilted her head, gazing at the plump, chubby little spirit that was by Chia, shaking her head like a rattle.
No, Chow Yuan, I shall not engage with you.
Firstly, you cannot best me.
Secondly, you might sustain injuries.
And thirdly, I do not wish to spar with a fairy, as that would be an act of cruelty.
Upon hearing these words, Bcha Yuan<unk>s eyes widened and a broad grin revealed a row of large teeth.
Do not underestimate me.
Bcha Yuan lunged forward, pulling AI Lely outside with a swift motion.
A fairy and a ghostly doll commence their duel.
Zan Sand perched by the edge of the bed.
Watch the brawl illuminated by the silvery moonlight, cheering and exclaiming, "Hooray! Well done! Keep it up, Yuyu.
" I liel is faltering.
A Z Sans Sananss biased encouragement was solely directed at by Xiao Yuan.
Hearing this, Ai Lee, who had initially planned to faint a few moves before retreating, found herself caught up in the excitement, striking with increasing fervor.
The moonlight, pure and luminous, flickered suddenly above in the sky.
The moon seemed to wink, observing the happenings in the realm of deities, growing concerned for a particular creature.
The radiant moonlight bathed the entire divine kingdom, filtering through the pristine window sill and flooding the room within.
Alice lay sprawled on the sofa, her belly exposed to the air, devoid of even a single blanket.
She was fast asleep, her lips tinged a deep purple.
On the coffee table, an array of colorful fruits was artfully arranged, appearing exceedingly exquisite and dectibly fresh.
The atmosphere here was remarkably tranquil.
In stark contrast, next door was a scene of brightness.
A splendid crystal chandelier illuminated the dining area.
On the table lay a sumptuous banquet featuring an abundance of dishes, two meat, two vegetables, and a soup quite generous indeed.
I warrantly beautiful features twisted with discontent.
She lamented Alice's excessive behavior, particularly focusing on the beautiful fruits from the garden at the entrance that had been hastily plucked by Alice before they could be admired.
She found it utterly infuriating.
"This is my fault," she sighed.
I told her those fruits were poisonous, meant solely for admiration.
She could eat them, but taking them away was unnecessary.
And yet, she had taken them.
At this point, AI felt somewhat helpless, unable to comprehend Alice's reasoning.
Despite his caution, she had still taken them.
Can't we eat them, too? Surely, these fruits won't poison us, the death knights.
Aiy slammed her hands on the table, rising in a huff.
Aiuan, observing his sister's purple tinted lips and her tempestuous demeanor, sighed silently.
Indeed, she had just consumed some herself.
There was no stopping her.
Every time a air encountered Alice, she seemed to lose her way.
Look at how irritable she is now.
How could this end well? The books had warned of such plants, vibrant flowers and brightly colored fruits, yet highly toxic.
For ordinary beings, they would have already perished, but they themselves being creatures of death were immune.
Ailien chose not to respond to his sister, allowing her to vent her frustration, hurling complaints, cursing, laughing, and even weeping, all while neglecting her meal.
He elegantly sliced a steamed bun, spreading a layer of chili sauce, and offered it to his sister.
The chili sauce and buns sent by the fu were delightful.
"Sister, do give a try.
I yearn for toasted bread, and I desire jam.
" "Indeed, indeed," Ellen promised her sister.
As Ellen sliced the toasted bread, he beheld a beauty with long brown hair, momentarily halting his agitation as he curled up in his chair, nibbling on a piece of steamed bun.
Delicious.
The spicy soft bread is equally delightful.