The Witch of the Roll Never Gives Up

Lilith has been conquered by the taste in her mouth. She has never tasted such an explosive taste.

After finishing the meat in his mouth, he took another sip of iced bread and juice before he had time to speak:

"It's so spicy, so numb...but it's so refreshing!"

It was so spicy that sweat broke out on my forehead, and I couldn't help but want to eat more.

She was still not good at using chopsticks and tried to cook the meat by herself: "Mo Lan, how do you use this stick? Can you just pick up the meat and put it into the pot?"

Vasida: "???"

This should mean delicious, right?

How about she try too? Anyway, she has good digestion and has never had diarrhea.

After a while, there was another little witch who was clumsily learning to use chopsticks.

"Sylph! Hurry! Try it too! It smells so good!" Vasida also urged Sylph.

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

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

She usually eats something light, but it was so spicy that she burst into tears. She drank a lot of juice: "Spicy! Spicy! So spicy!"

Seeing that she reacted too much and that she might not be able to stand the spiciness, Mo Lan recommended two other pot bases to her: "If you really can't stand it, you can try the mildly spicy tomato pot or the non-spicy clear soup pot. The taste is also good. ”

Lilith, Vasida and Sylph already understood how to eat this hot pot.

Tried rinsing some meat in two other pots.

"This sour and spicy one seems to be good too."

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

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

Lilith now feels that the red soup in this pot is more charming than blood.

"I also think this is the most fragrant!" Vasida said.

She was deeply sorry for her previous prejudice. How could Blue Star be a food desert? This thing called hot pot was simply the best in the world.

Even Sylph, who usually eats a light diet, couldn't help but cook meat in a red oil spicy pot one after another.

I was tortured to tears every time and refused to give up.

The bottom of the tomato pot and the bottom of the clear soup pot have completely become the spices between the spicy flavors.

Moran had expected this.

No one can resist the temptation of red oil hot pot! If so, it must be because the taste of hot pot is not authentic enough!

There is no custom among witches to eat and sleep without speaking. Moran asked Vasida and Sylph:

"How's your book of witches doing?"

Vasida, who was engrossed in eating, and Sylph, who was drinking juice to relieve the spicy food, raised their heads and smiled at each other.

Together they summoned their own Witch Book.

"Success!"

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

The cover is fluffy, and there is a bloody mouth inlaid with animal teeth in the middle.

Sylph's is closer to the elf style, with painted carvings of vines, flowers and leaves crammed onto the cover.

The style is much more refined and gorgeous than before, but in terms of workmanship, some shortcomings can still be seen.

The inlay and carving techniques are relatively rough.

But the two of them were obviously very satisfied and couldn't put down their books.

"We all found cover templates directly from "The Birth of a Beautiful Cover". Although we were a little unskilled the first time we did it, fortunately the results were pretty good," said Silver.

The two witch books floated together, and Vasida looked at Moran and Lilith: "Who do you think is better between the witch books written by me and Sylph?"

"..."

What kind of soul questioning is this?

Moran and Lilith were speechless for a second, and then they said at the same time: "Mine is the most beautiful!"

Lilith glanced at her: "My witch book is the best, and red is the most powerful color."

"Purple looks better, and my Book of Witches and Book of Cards have the same style, unique!" Moran was not to be outdone.

“Red looks good!”

"My unique one!"

"It's furry and comfortable, and its fangs are domineering!"

"Green is the most vital color!"

…

The hot pot party turned into a book of witches beauty contest.

None of them can tell anyone else.

"Hey, hey! We are all talking about the Witch's Book, why are you secretly cooking meat!"

All arguments end with the last dish of meat.

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

Senior Lilith directly used the cleaning technique to help her clean the dishes, dining table, and kitchen.

She was really reluctant to get rid of the remaining three pot bottoms: "Mo Lan, can you continue to cook things with these pot bottoms? It would be a pity to throw them away. If you don't want them, can I take them away?"

Ordinary food tastes completely different when you add it to this pot of soup.

Such a magical soup, she can eat it until it stinks!

Moran stopped her: "The oil in this pot has been washed away, and the taste has become bland. It doesn't taste good. Pour it out! If you want to eat it, I will teach you how to make it."

"The red oil pot is bland, but the tomato pot and clear soup pot are better!"

To be honest, Vasida also had some ideas. She looked at the pot on the table.

There is a soup base, so you can boil the food and eat it, which is very convenient.

"It doesn't matter if the clear soup pot is lighter. Wouldn't it be better to add some salt?" Sylph also said.

For Sylph, who can only cook fried steak, vegetable salad and toasted bread, even if it is bland, it is already a rare delicacy.

Moran was outnumbered, and the three pots were packed away by Lilith, Vasida and Sylph.

They almost fought over the division of spoils, oh no, the uneven division of the pot base.

Looking at the three figures who seemed to be carrying some big treasure and left happily, Moran shook his head with a smile:

"If I make small cubes of hot pot base, won't the three of them obey me? Hot pot base is troublesome to make, but hot pot base cards are easy to make!"

"Forbidden!"

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

The dean's ban is coming soon.

"Okay!" Moran understood the intention of the college, so: "Seniors will not have a good time for the time being!"

After sending her friends away, she went to the bathroom to take a bath and washed off the oil smoke and hot pot smell.

She sat at the desk refreshed and clean.

She opened the window to let the cool breeze at night pour in and dry her wet hair.

She turned to "Ignition, Lighting and Water Making" in the Witch Book and continued reading.

At one o'clock in the morning, when the alarm clock rang, her hair was dry and the book had been read to the end.

It was near the magic lamp in the dormitory, where there were a few more moths chasing the light.

"Finally finished reading!" Moran closed the witch book, yawned, and picked up the moth corpse under the lamp and threw it into the fertile field outside the window.

It was a pity that there was no time to try the flame magic and light magic.

Fortunately, all the books I was going to read were finished, and I gained a lot. It was a perfect weekend, and tomorrow was a new beginning.

She climbed upstairs in her slippers.

When she walked to the bed, it seemed that all her strength was taken away, and she fell into the quilt and fell asleep.

While sleeping, she remembered that the light was not turned off, and arched like an earthworm, stretched out her arm to pull the magic lamp pull cord at the head of the bed.

Click, the room fell into darkness.

The remaining moths suddenly lost their target and scattered.