Hate Me, Miss Witch!

A family banquet was not as luxurious as the dinner at the Hall of Oaths, but it revealed a bit of warmth.

The copper pot was steaming, and the fresh dishes were tumbling up and down in the boiling water.

The main dish was hot pot with a spicy pot base, but this time due to the visit of the majestic Lord of the White Tower and the Second Princess, Xia Ya finally had the nerve to take out the big alchemy cauldron.

The side dishes are a variety of dishes that Isadella and Sylvia have never heard of. In Xia's words, these are his hometown dishes.

According to Isadella and Sylvia's understanding, it is naturally a specialty dish of the northern snowfield region.

Only Aurora looked at Char suspiciously.

"Obviously I am from Ceylon, why have I never seen these cooking methods?"

"Although the Ingulit family is in decline, they can still be regarded as a lord. The family hires regular chefs. Of course, a noble lady like you, Xiao Ai, will not know the special delicacies of Ceylon commoners."

Xia Ya put the plate of braised pork in his hand on the dining table.

"These are all skills I learned from the old hunter who adopted me."

The blond girl skillfully picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, and tilted her head when she heard Char's answer: "What about those best-selling novels you published in the Royal Book Press, and those business acumen in the Widowmaker District? , they were also taught by the senior snowfield hunter?”

"That's right."

Xia Ya nodded helplessly: "Unlike you, you are either the legitimate son of a noble, or simply born into the royal family. Not to mention the pressure of family background, at least you have no worries about food and clothing..."

"Children of us poor people must become parents early."

"That snowfield hunter raised and taught me for five years, so it's only natural that I know some business skills, some writing skills, and also know a little bit about beast control and cooking."

It's more reliable than a certain death elementary school student who learned to fly a plane, a boat, and a car after spending a few months in Hawaii.

"oh."

Aurora nodded convincingly, lowered her head again and started to finish the plate of braised pork.

After a moment, she spoke with some regret: "It's a pity that when I was in Ceylon, I didn't have the opportunity to let the senior snow hunter teach me."

Allura said this sincerely. Char is a typical shopkeeper who often leaves the imperial capital. She takes over many shops in the Widowmaker District. But the deeper she gets, the more she understands that Char Many thoughts and ideas are ahead of their time.

As the manager who succeeded Char in managing these industries, she was already walking on thin ice even if she just maintained the status quo.

So Aurora really regrets that she didn't have more contact with that versatile old hunter. If she could learn something from him, then she would be able to help Char better now.

As a result, Xia Ya's originally thought-out words suddenly solidified in his throat.

This is the scary thing about intuitive players.

Sometimes, she was able to see into Xia Ya's loopholes from a tricky angle that Xia Ya couldn't even imagine, such as catching someone raping several times.

But more often than not, what Aurora shows in front of Char is her silly and cute side.

Even if it was said casually and could not stand up to scrutiny, Aurora could firmly believe it... just because that was what Char said.

Nemesis, nemesis.

After letting out a long sigh in his heart, Xia put the last dish in his hand on the table.

They were glutinous rice dumplings soaked in hot water. Their appearance was white and crystal clear, like white jade.

"This is also a special dish from my hometown, but it is different from the previous ones. It is a limited edition for the festival."

Xia Ya spoke softly.

At this moment, the simple and heavy buzzing of ancient bells came from the tall building in the distance.

That was the bell that signified that midnight had passed. After the torment of the dinner party, coupled with the subsequent busy work in the spirit world and the kitchen, it was already late at night.

"This dish is called Yuanxiao, or glutinous rice balls, in my hometown."

"Generally speaking, it is a snack that can only be tasted during the Lantern Festival, which is today."

Char sat down at the empty seat on the big table, with Aurora on her left and Sylvia on her right.

The Budding Moon is a name unique to the Western Continent, symbolizing the end of winter and the time when all things come to life.

If you convert it to the terms of Char's hometown, it would be the situation from the end of January to the end of February.

And today is the Lantern Festival.

"This snack also expresses people's expectations and yearning for the new year."

As he spoke, Xia Ya stretched out his chopsticks and put a glutinous rice ball into his mouth.

"I hope that the new year will bring happiness and reunion to the whole family."

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"Is the family happy and reunited?"

Isadella also stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a glutinous rice ball and put it into her mouth.

Then, feel the sweet black sesame filling ripple in your mouth.

A faint smile also appeared on the originally expressionless pretty face.

She has never used chopsticks. As a royal princess, the tableware Isadella has been accustomed to since she was a child are knives and forks.

However, with the mental strength of a legendary beast master, it is not difficult to master and understand these new things.

"It's really a simple and ordinary wish."

"However, it is indeed my most sincere thoughts at the moment."

At this moment, Isadella took off her disguise as the flawless imperial princess.

"It's just that in this world where extraordinary power exists, the weak want to become strong, the strong want to be stronger, and even legends always want to become gods."

"Peace is actually the most luxurious pursuit."

She didn't say much, but everyone could understand what Isadella was saying.

The abyss, the cult, the Lost Beast King...and those so-called gods that are either hiding in the star realm or lurking in the gaps between dimensions...

The Western Continent has never been a peaceful land. The war has never stopped. Every minute and every second of peace has been paid for with countless blood.

Next to Isadella, Sylvia also tasted a glutinous rice ball that looked like white jade, with faint water ripples flowing in her beautiful pale silver eyes.

She didn't speak, or to be precise, only Xia Ya had heard Sylvia's real voice.

In Silvia's plain white hands, a thick ancient book appeared.

Pale golden writing slowly appeared on the blank page.

The Blue Silver Witch turned slightly sideways, and the beautiful words on the page could just be seen by Xia Ya alone.

"I hope that during the Lantern Festival next year——"

"Being able to eat rice dumplings here with Brother Xia as a family member."

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PS: I won’t post a big chapter today, I’ll just be a two-update beast