The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 20 Zombie Chef
"How could that be! It's incredibly delicious! Even better than yesterday's feast!"

Vasida took a bite of meat and a bite of rice, then closed her eyes happily: "Such delicious food, of course I have to savor it!"

Moran shook her head with amusement:
"You! You were starving last night, you probably didn't even taste the food. Ms. Amisha's feast is not just for show!"

"But it tastes better than anything I've ever eaten in my life! Especially this fried rice with egg, I've never seen it eaten like this before!"

Vasida said:

"By the way, Moran, I'll teach the recipe for fried rice to the zombie chef at home! I promise I won't tell anyone else!"

"???" Moran felt like he had heard something incredible: "Whether it's spread or not isn't important, but... zombies?"

Vasita scratched her head sheepishly: "I don't know if you've ever heard of the Corpse Clan? Immortal corpses that have developed intelligence after a long period of time become the Corpse Clan. They are quite rare."

My father was the zombie king raised by my mother, and later he developed intelligence and became a zombie.

The zombies he trained were quite agile.

I've always had a big appetite, and my mom isn't very good at cooking magic, so my dad trained me to be a zombie chef.

My dad was afraid I would live alone in the future, so he cooked all day long and ended up starving himself to death.

They said that when I graduate, they'll pack up the family chef and put him in a coffin as a gift for me.

Before I came to school, I even learned some zombie care techniques from him!

Fortunately, I inherited some of my father's talent in this area..."

Moran didn't understand, but was deeply shocked.

Who says witches have poor reproductive abilities? They can even have a healthy baby witch with a zombie!
It is said to be a corpse that has given birth to intelligence, but in essence, isn't the physical body still dead?
"...However, a zombie is still a zombie. Even after being trained by the Corpse Clan, its learning ability is still very weak. It can only cook simple meals."

It's safe to say that eating the Undying Witch is definitely not a delicious meal.

"I saw that the fried rice recipe you taught me had quite detailed steps, which could be turned into instructions to be given to the zombie chef, so I wanted him to learn it..."

Poor Vasita, who grew up eating the zombie chef's communal meals, was starving after last night's feast and didn't get to savor the food properly, so today's dishes were truly the most delicious food in the world to her.

"You mean, your zombie chef can learn to cook dishes with detailed steps?" Moran asked.

"Probably! My dad's cooking skills aren't very good, and the zombies he taught are just as bad at cooking as he is. But as long as you can give them fixed instructions, they can learn by practicing repeatedly. They're probably even more agile than puppets."

Vasita said, "Fortunately, I also inherited some of my father's ability to train zombies, so it should be fine."

"Okay! You can teach me if you want! I also have some recipes with rigid, fixed steps, but the taste is decent. I can compile them for you later!"

Moran thought of the automatic cooking machine on Earth.

The cooking machine requires you to chop the vegetables yourself before putting them in, but Vasita's zombies can handle it all.

"Really? Thank you so much, Moran!" Vasita was overjoyed, looking at Moran with the eyes of a benefactor.

"It was just a small favor for me, no need to thank me. I think Blue Star also wants its civilization to continue to spread!"

Perhaps it was because Vasita had talked about her family today that Moran opened up and shared things she had never mentioned to anyone else.

"Blue Star?" Vasita asked疑惑地, "What's that?"

"I am a soul from another world. Blue Star is my mother planet from my previous life, and fried rice is a delicacy from Blue Star," Moran said. "A soul from another world?" Vasita exclaimed, "So Moran, you're a soul from another world! No wonder you always seemed so much more composed and knowledgeable than everyone else!"

Moran was almost embarrassed by the praise. Although she carried the memories of Earth, to Valen she was just a newborn and didn't know any more than the other little witches.

"Moran, what is Blue Star like? Are there witches?" Vasida asked curiously.

This was just one otherworldly soul she encountered!

"Blue Star..." Moran's eyes showed a look of reminiscence as he briefly recounted some things about Blue Star.

Vasita listened, mesmerized: "What a gentle planet!"

"Yes!" Moran couldn't hide her worry when she thought of Blue Star.

Vasita noticed her low spirits and said, "Moran! You are a witch! A witch with no limit to your growth! As long as you continue to grow step by step, one day you will have the power to save the world!"
Besides! If you can't do it alone, there's me, there's Sylph, and there's Senior Lilith!

Lady Tracy and her two witches were able to subdue the Valen tribes. How could the four of us witches combined not be able to save a small world without even magic?

While we cherish independence and freedom, helping our fellow countrymen is absolutely our duty!

Seeing Vasita's confident demeanor, Moran felt as if the fog had lifted and sunlight had broken through his veil. He said firmly, "I will definitely go back!"

"Go for it!" Vasita waved her little fist.

"Ok!"

They ate and talked, enjoying themselves so much that Moran ate until she was stuffed without realizing it.

In total, she ate a steak, a bowl of fried rice, and a small dish of salad.

This is far beyond her appetite; she can't eat anymore.

She rubbed her stomach and leaned back in her chair: "I'm full, Vasita. Now it's up to you!"

Vasita glanced at Moran's round belly, making sure she was really full, and then ate several times faster.

Although it was quick, it was still quite different from the way we wolfed down our food at yesterday's entrance dinner.

It's clear that she did chew and savor it thoroughly.

Moran realized that Vasida's careful tasting was happening much faster than she had imagined.

The reason she ate so slowly before was probably because they were worried she wouldn't have enough to eat!

As soon as Vasida finished eating, she stood up and started clearing the dishes.

Moran offered to help, but she was forced back into a chair: "Now I'm practically your chef apprentice, Moran! What kind of apprentice gets disciplined by their mentor!"

Moran wasn't fooled: "I only promised to write you a recipe so you could teach your zombies, but I didn't say I'd personally teach you the whole recipe. What kind of mentor are you?"

“Passing on the recipe counts too! Moran, would you really bear not to point out the parts of the recipe that I don’t understand?” Vasita said matter-of-factly.

"You!" Moran retorted without mincing words, "Go wash the dishes! How come I never noticed before that you were so good at taking advantage of people?"

This was considered a tacit agreement that she would be taught, and Vasita hummed an off-key song happily as she went to clear the dishes.