As the little witches chatted, the hall suddenly became quiet, and no sound came out of their mouths. The freshmen were at a loss, but Moran and other senior students had already gotten used to it, and they all looked at Ms. Amisha at the first moment. Sure enough, Ms. Amisha spoke: "Be quiet! No matter where you come from, whether you are a witch or a witch, you only have one identity in the Witch Academy, a student, and your only task is..." Moran silently continued in his heart: "...study! I hope everyone will cherish the next five years..." Is Ms. Amisha's admission speech really the same all the time? Not only Moran can recite it, but the senior witches are also familiar with the process, but everyone still listens carefully. Ms. Amisha's words are all nonsense. The freshmen are confused, but the senior students have a different feeling. After a brief encouragement and warning, the freshman guide was distributed. However, this time, the little witches holding the "Freshman Guide" in the field, confused and curious, have changed. Moran and the others have become the second-year seniors who flip through the witch book and check the "school year plan". The school year plan is updated on the original "Freshman Guide" page.
Moran only took a quick glance and saw that there were second-year book lists, school year notices and course schedules. Before he had time to take a closer look, Ms. Amisha asked all the little witches to step back and put out five long tables full of delicious food and an empty table. "Okay, the dinner begins! Especially the first-year freshmen, enjoy this meal!" Ms. Amisha smiled meaningfully at the first-year freshmen and left the auditorium. The silent magic was also released. The little witches usually don't have many varieties of three meals a day, and the taste is not good. Most little witches can only cook a few fixed dishes to fill their stomachs. This year, with Moran's seasoning package card, they ate a little better, but it was not as good as the feast of delicacies. Even among the little witches who are good at cooking magic, except Moran, none of them have reached the level of a gourmet banquet. While the freshmen were still in a daze, the witches in the senior grades rushed to the long table of their grade. Even Moran, who was preparing to hold a new seasoning package card tasting today, was no exception. At the banquet last year, she had eaten several delicious dishes, and she has always remembered them in her mind! She couldn't even tell what ingredients some of them were made of. Other little witches found the delicacies of Blue Star fresh, and she also found the gourmet banquet made by the dean fresh! This magic is also from another world, but the witch who brought it back from another world has passed away. Its inherited magic book is included in the clan association and the witch library, and all witches can copy it for free. But according to the information recorded in the "Witch Magic Catalog", this magic can only be learned by witches who are above the peak level. So even if Moran wants to learn it, there is no way. Moran took an empty plate, put a few of his favorite delicacies on it, and then carried the delicacies to the empty table while eating. He summoned the card book, turned the pages, and flew out a card. The card was activated, and the entire empty table was instantly covered with all kinds of seasoning package delicacies. In addition to the old hot pot, marinade, and instant noodles, the four new seasoning package cards, hot dry noodles, turkey noodles, snail noodles, and hot and sour noodles, occupied more space.
Each card has a corresponding desktop display board, seasoning package samples, and finished seasoning package delicacies. In front of the table, facing the long table of the little witches, there is also a super large eye-catching tablecloth banner. "New seasoning package card tasting meeting?" Annie read it out: "Sister, why do I know every word, but I can't understand it at all?" Anna: "..." She couldn't understand it either, so she pricked up her ears to listen to what others said. Maybe this is a tradition of the witch clan? The two sisters swallowed hard, but because the other freshmen did not move, they silently endured. "Don't talk about you, we don't understand it either!" Bertha said: "But this card should be the same thing as what is said in Senior Moran's brochure? It may be related to her witch talent." In the doubtful and puzzled eyes of the freshmen, several more seniors walked to the strange table, stood beside the few empty seats on the table, took out a card, and conjured up pots and bowls and other kitchen utensils. The kitchen utensils moved by themselves, as if... cooking? Other freshmen were fine, as long as they saw witch mothers use cooking magic, but Anna and Annie had never seen this scene. It's amazing! "New cards are on the shelves, welcome to try! 20% off on the first day, and there will be someone to demonstrate how to use the cards!" Moran said using the loudspeaker. The senior witches were all familiar with this routine. They took their plates and got four small samples of the new cards. While eating, they watched others demonstrate the cooking methods. Some of them placed orders on the spot to buy the cards. The freshmen couldn't quite understand, especially the food on that table. Every one of them looked inedible and not very delicious. Moran certainly wouldn't let them go! The old products on the table were specially prepared for them! The samples were originally in small paper bowls, and each portion was not much. Moran waved his wand directly, starting with the instant noodles that smelled the best, and stuffed them into the freshmen for a sample: "Try it! This is my delicacy in my previous life - instant noodles." The small paper bowl floated into his hand, and it still exuded a strong fragrance. Who could bear this? Bertha ate it first and sighed with satisfaction. Anna and Annie were extremely hungry. Seeing that the other little witches had eaten it without any problems, they finally couldn't help themselves. "It's so delicious!" One mouthful of instant noodles whetted their appetites and made them even hungrier. But the tasting bowl was not even as big as a palm, so there was really only one mouthful of noodles. Of course, Moran would not let their attention be attracted by the feast. After they finished eating, she immediately floated a new sample: "This is braised meat." After forcing the freshmen to taste all the categories of samples, she stopped: "These delicacies can be made with the corresponding seasoning packets and a small amount of ingredients. The cooking method is super simple and even kitchen novices can easily master it.
Go and see the cooking demonstrations of the seniors! Believe me, you will definitely need it! By the way, don't miss the dean's feast. After all... it only happens once a year. After that, you have to solve the problem of eating by yourself! The college will only provide ingredients." At this moment, all the senior witches looked at the expressions of the freshmen with interest. It has to be said that the reserved program at the dinner every year is really wonderful.