The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 188 The Senior with a Perverted Taste
After finishing the last book, Moran finally closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The next day was a fresh start.

Starting today, plant-based ingredients will no longer be available for collection.

She quickly changed her clothes, washed up, and then went into the storage room to take a look.

Only flour, rice, and quail eggs are edible.

"Let's have egg crepes for breakfast." Moran took out a small bag of flour and a few Dudu bird eggs.

Then I went to the yard and picked a few scallions and some lettuce.

With a flick of her wand, the kitchen utensils began to move in an orderly fashion, while she used the time to pack the things she needed to take with her when she went out.

"Moran!"

"Let's go!"

Sylph and Vasita's voices came from outside. Moran got up and opened the window: "Wait a moment! It'll be ready soon!"

To speed things up, she went into the kitchen herself and got busy with the cooking utensils.

Soon, an egg crepe wrapped in lettuce and spread with sauce was ready. She wrapped it in parchment paper and then gave the kitchen a thorough cleaning.

The entire kitchen was retrieved and the {Mobile Kitchen Card} was placed into the Book of Cards.

He slung his bag over his shoulder, tucked his wand inside, grabbed a burrito, and headed out the door.

As she closed the door, she took a bite of the burrito: "Hmm... it's fine except for being a bit vegetarian."

"Moran, is this all you're having for breakfast?" Although the pancake was fragrant with scallions and looked appealing, Sylph still felt it was too simple for Moran.

"I got up late, and this is all the food left in the dorm." Moran asked while eating, "What did you have for breakfast?"

After asking, he sniffed and, before Sylph could answer, guessed: "Luosifen (snail rice noodles)?"

Sylph smiled and said, "Mm."

“Guess what I’m eating?” Vasita asked.

Moran looked at her rosy lips and the beads of sweat still clinging to her nose and said, "Spicy chicken noodles, please?"

"Wow! You guessed it right away!" Vasita exclaimed. "This ramen is so spicy! Spicy than hot pot with chili oil! It really woke me up after eating it. But... why isn't there any chicken in this spicy chicken ramen?"

Moran: "..."

That's a good question. She recalled the information about the spicy chicken noodles from her memories of Blue Star before finding the answer.

The brand logo of the fire chicken noodle is a fire-breathing chicken, hence the name fire chicken noodle. How can she explain that?
There's no turkey on the seasoning packet for the spicy chicken noodles!
Under the curious gazes of Vasita and Sylph, Moran forced a smile and said, "This noodle dish is so spicy it's like breathing fire, that's why it's called 'Fire Chicken Noodles'."

There's absolutely no meat inside.

"Oh, it's this turkey!" Vasita exclaimed in surprise.

"Let's go! I wonder if the first-graders are up yet," Moran said, changing the subject.

Speaking of this, Vasita perked up: "I'm up! I just went to the intersection and took a look. It's quite lively by the well!"

The poor freshman walked such a long way through the mountains last night, only to find that there wasn't a single drop of water from the tap when he got back to the dormitory.

Not a drop of water has been touched!
The first thing I do when I get up early is to fetch water.

They struggled to carry water, looking utterly disheveled.

The third-grade girls were all watering the plants in the yard with small watering cans. After watering, they waved their wands and the watering cans were filled again. The way they were being eyed was quite obvious.

That was bad enough, but now the second-year students have started standing around the well, pretending to be "waiting for someone!"

"I counted, all twenty-seven second-year female students are here. I wonder who they're waiting for?" Bertha said through gritted teeth, "Damn it, wait until next year! Next year I want to be like them!"

Anna and Anne, standing to the side, were speechless. Although they didn't understand, they respected the gesture.

The two of them stayed in the same dormitory last night, reading the set of books that Senior Moran had given them until very late, and they didn't even know when they fell asleep.

I only got up to check when I heard the noise outside in the morning. It was Bertha who called them to go fetch water together.

Seeing her struggling, Anna and Anne exchanged a glance:
"Take a break first! We'll help you!"

We're older and taller than you, and we've done these kinds of jobs before, so we're more stable at carrying water than you."

Upon hearing this, Bertha grabbed her bucket and jumped three feet away, spilling even more water in the process.

"No, no, no! Don't help me before I die from exhaustion! No, even if I die from exhaustion, don't help me!"

Anna and Anne: "???"

"If you can't even carry a little water, how can you talk about independence?" Bertha said, "A witch shouldn't rely on others for things she can do herself!"

“Independence…” Thinking of what the witches pursued in the “Young Witches Series,” the two sisters had a sudden realization: “Alright!”

As she passed by the second-year students again, Bertha finally couldn't help but ask:

"Seniors, who are you waiting for? There are only twenty-seven second-year students, right?"

The second-grade little witches looked at each other, and when they counted, they realized that everyone was there.

Everyone is so enthusiastic.

Finally, all eyes fell on Moran, who was eating an egg crepe, and they pointed at her: "Wait for her! It's not good to eat breakfast while walking. Let's wait until she finishes eating before we set off."

Moran, who had just opened her mouth wide to stuff the rest into it, was left speechless.

Although she was unhappy that her friends had tricked her, it didn't stop her from being reserved for a second and taking only a small bite of the vegetable leaf.

She needs to eat this last bit slowly; she hasn't had enough "admiring" it yet!
The freshmen: "..."

Once they were a distance away, Anne couldn't help but ask Bertha, "Is this also a witch's tradition?"

"What tradition?" Bertha was puzzled.

"What a twisted sense of humor!" Annie exclaimed. "How can all the senior students be so uniform?"

“It’s not that uniform. Didn’t the fourth and fifth graders not come?” Anna said. “Although they don’t live in the dorms anymore, they can fly on broomsticks. If you really want to see something exciting, broomsticks will be flying all over the sky by now.”

"Maybe they're already tired of seeing it!" Bertha said uncertainly.

At this moment, a fifth-year witch is heading towards the dangerous outer area of ​​the academy to begin her survival trial, while a fourth-year witch is anxiously searching for shelter in the inner area: "(-)?"

It's not that they don't want to come, it's that they're too busy.

The younger female students looked so appetizing that even though Moran ate very slowly, she couldn't finish the last bit of food in a long time.

The second-grade witch reluctantly left the dormitory area and headed towards the castle.

Only the third-grade witch remained, still holding the fort in the yard.

"Won't the senior students kill the vegetables in the yard by watering them like this?" Vasida asked worriedly.

Sylph glanced back and said, "I don't know about the other seniors, but Senior Renee definitely won't. She waters peanuts, which require a lot of water and won't die even if they're soaked in water."

The little witches suddenly realized.

It has to be a senior student!

Watching the excitement doesn't interfere with getting work done.

(End of this chapter)