As night fell, in a certain wild mountain forest, the glow of the campfire dispelled a patch of darkness. Two witches were sitting by the campfire, watching the pot hanging over the fire, where fish soup was bubbling away.
Even though it was an outdoor camping meal, this pot of fish soup was exceptionally delicious, emitting an aroma that could waft for miles.
"Wow, I didn't expect your cooking skills to live up to their reputation. When I heard you went to be a nutritionist for the Armed Society, I thought it was just a gimmick."
Wenwen sniffed the aroma coming from the pot. She wiped the drool that unknowingly dripped from the corner of her mouth and said this.
She had just watched the entire cooking process of the young lady. Everyone used the same Culinary Magic of witches, yet the taste of the fish soup in front of her was far superior to what she had made before.
