The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 77 Hot Pot Delicious!

Lilith was completely captivated by the taste; she had never experienced such an intense flavor before.

After finishing the meat in his mouth, he took a big gulp of chilled bread and juice before finally having a chance to speak:

"So spicy, so numbing... but it's so satisfying!"

Even though it was so spicy that I was sweating, I couldn't help but want to eat more.

Still not quite proficient with chopsticks, she tried to cook the meat herself: "Molan, how do you use this stick? Can you just pick up the meat and put it in the pot?"

Vasita: "???"

This must mean it's delicious, right?

Why don't you let her try it? Anyway, she has good digestion and has never had diarrhea.

A moment later, another little witch clumsily began learning to use chopsticks.

"Sylph! Quick! You should try it too! It smells so good!" Vasita urged Sylph.

She was the only one who hadn't eaten yet.

Sylph gritted her teeth and put the meat from the plate into her mouth.

She usually eats a light diet, but the spiciness brought tears to her eyes, and she gulped down juice, exclaiming, "Spicy! Spicy! So spicy!"

Seeing that she was reacting too strongly and probably couldn't handle the spiciness, Moran recommended two other soup bases to her: "If you really can't handle it, you can try the mildly spicy tomato soup base, or the non-spicy clear soup base. They taste pretty good too."

Lilith, Vasita, and Sylph have figured out how to eat this hot pot.

I tried cooking some meat in the other two pots.

"This is sour and spicy, it seems pretty good."

"This is so delicious, not spicy at all, and the blanched vegetables are wonderful!"

"But I still like this spicy hot pot the most, it's so exciting!"

Lilith now finds the red broth in the pot more alluring than blood.

“I also think this one smells the best!” Vasita said.

She felt deeply sorry for her previous prejudice. How could Earth be a food wasteland? This thing called hot pot was simply a delicacy.

Even Sylph, who usually eats a light diet, couldn't resist repeatedly dipping meat in the spicy hot pot.

Even though the spiciness brought tears to my eyes every time, I refused to give up.

Tomato and clear broth bases became mere condiments in the midst of the intensely spicy flavor.

Moran had anticipated this.

No one can resist the temptation of spicy hot pot! If someone can, it's because the hot pot doesn't taste authentic enough!
Witches don't have the custom of not speaking while eating or sleeping. Moran asked Vasita and Sylph:
"How's your book of witches coming along?"

Vasita, who was engrossed in eating, and Sylph, who was gulping down juice to relieve the spiciness, looked up and smiled at each other.

Together they summoned their own witch's book.

"Success!"

Vasita's book is a wild-style animal skin book.

The cover is furry, with a gaping maw in the center inlaid with animal teeth.

Sylph's style is closer to that of an elf, with vines, flowers, and leaves painted and carved all over the cover.

The design is much more exquisite and beautiful than before, but there are still some shortcomings in the workmanship.

The inlay and carving techniques are rather rough.

But the two of them were clearly very satisfied and loved their witch's book.

“We found the cover templates directly from ‘The Birth of a Beautiful Cover.’ Although we were a bit unfamiliar with it since it was our first time, the result turned out quite well,” Sylph said.

The two witch's books floated together. Vasita looked at Moran and Lilith and asked, "Which witch's book do you think is more beautiful, mine or Sylph's?"

"..."

What kind of soul-searching question is this?
Moran and Lilith were speechless for a second, then said at the same time, "Mine is the best looking!"

Lilith glanced at her: "My witch's book is the best; red is the most powerful color."

"Purple looks better, and my Book of Witches and Book of Cards are in the same style, making them unique!" Moran retorted.

"Red looks beautiful!" "Mine is one of a kind!"

"It's so comfortable to be furry, and its fangs are so imposing!"

"Green is the most vibrant color!"

……

The hotpot party turned into a beauty contest of witch's books.

Neither of them could win an argument with the other.

"Hey! We're all talking about the Book of Witches, what are you doing secretly cooking meat?"

All the arguments ended with the last plate of meat.

Moran ate all the ingredients she brought back in the afternoon.

Senior Lilith used her cleaning magic to clean the dishes, the dining table, and the kitchen.

She was reluctant to use the remaining three broths: "Molan, can we still use these broths to cook other things? It's such a waste to throw them away. If you don't want them, can I take them with me?"

Ordinary food, once dipped in this soup, tastes completely different.

She could eat this magical soup until it went bad!

Moran stopped her: "The oil in this pot has all been washed away, and the flavor has become bland. It's not good anymore. Throw it away! If you want to eat it, I'll teach you how to make it later."

"The spicy broth was a bit bland, but the tomato and clear broth broths were fine!"

To be honest, Vasita also had some ideas. She glanced at the pot on the table.

With a broth base, you can boil it and then blanch the vegetables, which is very convenient.

“It’s okay if the broth is a little bland; we can just add some salt,” Sylph said.

For Sylph, who only knows how to make steak, vegetable salad, and toast, even if it's bland, it's still a rare delicacy.

Moran was outnumbered, and his three pots were quickly taken away by Lilith, Vasita, and Sylph.

They almost came to blows because of the unequal division of the spoils—or rather, the pot bottoms.

Watching the three figures leave happily, as if carrying some great treasure, Moran shook her head with amusement:
"If I could make those little square hot pot base, wouldn't all three of them be completely obedient to me? Making hot pot base is troublesome, but making hot pot base cards is easy!"

"prohibit!"

"It is forbidden to sell large quantities of food to witches below the fourth grade!"

The dean's ban is coming soon.

"Alright!" Moran understood the academy's intention, so she said, "The senior students won't be able to enjoy this for now!"

After seeing her friends off, she went to the restroom and took a bath to wash away the grease and hot pot smell.

I sat at my desk, looking neat and tidy.

Open the window and let the cool night breeze in to dry her damp hair.

The witch's book turned to "Fire, Light, and Water" and she continued reading.

At one o'clock in the morning, when the alarm clock rang, my hair was dry and I had finished reading the book.

Near the magic lamp in the dormitory, several moths have appeared, chasing after the light.

"Finally finished reading!" Moran closed the Book of Witches, yawned, picked up the dead moths under the lamp, and threw them out the window into the fertile field.

It's a pity I didn't have time to try out the Fireball and Light spells.

Fortunately, I finished reading all the books I planned to read, and I gained a lot. It was a perfect weekend, and tomorrow will be a new beginning.

She shuffled upstairs in her slippers.

When I got to the bedside, it was as if all my strength had been drained away. I collapsed into the covers and fell fast asleep.

As I drifted off to sleep, I remembered that the light was still on, so I curled up like an earthworm and reached out to pull the cord of the magic lamp by the bedside.

Click, and the room plunged into darkness.

The remaining moths suddenly lost their target and scattered.

(End of this chapter)