"How is it possible! It's super delicious! It's better than yesterday's feast!" Washida took a bite of meat and a bite of rice, and squinted her eyes happily: "Such delicious food, of course you have to savor it carefully!" Molan shook his head with a smile: "You! You were so hungry last night that you probably didn't taste the food. Ms. Amisha's feast is not just good to look at!" "But it's really better than what I've eaten since I was a child! Especially this fried rice, I've never seen this way of eating!" Washida said: "By the way, Moran, I'll teach the recipe of fried rice to the zombie chef at home! I promise I won't pass it on to others!" "???" Moran felt like he had heard something extraordinary: "It doesn't matter whether it's passed on to others, but... zombies?" Washida Xida touched her head embarrassedly: "I wonder if you have heard of the corpse tribe? After a long time, the immortal corpse gave birth to spiritual intelligence and became the corpse tribe. It is relatively rare. My father is the zombie king raised by my mother. Later, he gave birth to spiritual intelligence and became a corpse tribe.
The zombies he trained are more flexible. I have been able to eat a lot since I was a child. My mother is not very good at cooking magic. It was the zombie chef trained by my father who raised me. My father was afraid that I would live alone in the future, so he really cooked all day long and finally starved himself to death. He said that when I graduated, he would pack the chef at home into a coffin and give it to me. Before I came to school, I specially learned the skills of maintaining zombies from him! Fortunately, I inherited a little of my father's talent in this regard..." Moran didn't understand, but was shocked. Who said that witches have weak reproductive ability? The corpse tribe can give birth to a healthy little witch! It is said that it is a corpse with spiritual intelligence, but in essence, isn't the body still dead? "...But zombies are zombies after all. Even after being trained by the zombie tribe, their learning ability is still very weak. They can only cook some simple big pot meals. It can only be said that eating undead witches is definitely not delicious. I see that the method of making egg fried rice you taught me is quite detailed. It can be made into instructions and given to zombie chefs, so I want him to learn it..." Poor Vasida grew up eating the big pot meals of zombie chefs. She was very hungry at the feast last night and didn't taste it carefully, so today's dishes are indeed the most delicious in the world for her. "You mean, your zombie chef can learn dishes with detailed steps?" Moran asked. "That's right! My father's cooking skills are not very good, and the zombies he taught are as bad at cooking as he is. But as long as you can give fixed instructions and practice repeatedly, they can learn, probably a little more flexible than puppets." Vashida said: "Fortunately, I have inherited some of my father's ability to train zombies, so it should be no problem." "Okay! Teach me if you want! I still have some recipes that have rigid steps but taste good. I can sort them out for you later!" Molan thought of the automatic cooking machine on Blue Star. The cooking machine has to cut the vegetables and put them in, so the zombies in Vashida's family can do it all.
"Really? Thank you so much, Moran!" Vashida was so happy that she looked at Moran as if he were her parents. "For me, it's just a piece of cake, no need to thank me. I think Blue Star also wants civilization to spread!" Perhaps because Vashida talked about her family today, Moran also opened his heart and talked about things he had never mentioned to others. "Blue Star?" Washida asked in confusion, "What is that?" "I am a soul from another world. Blue Star was my home planet in my previous life. Fried rice with egg is a delicacy on Blue Star." Moran said. "Soul from another world?" Washida exclaimed, "So Moran, you are a soul from another world! No wonder I always feel that you are more calm and knowledgeable than everyone else!" Molan was almost embarrassed by the praise. Although she had the memory of Blue Star, to Valen, she was just a complete newborn and didn't know more than other little witches. "Molan, what does Blue Star look like? Are there any witches?" Washida asked curiously. This is still a soul from another world that she has seen! "Blue Star..." Moran's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and he briefly talked about some things about Blue Star. Vashida was fascinated by what she heard: "What a gentle planet!" "Yes!" Moran couldn't hide his worry when he thought of Blue Star. Washida noticed her low mood and said, "Moran! You are a witch! A witch with no growth limit! As long as you grow step by step, you will have the power to save the world one day! Besides! If you can't do it alone, there are still me, Sylph, and Senior Lilith! Tracy and the other three witches can defeat the Valen tribes. Can't the four of us save a small world without magic power? Although we advocate independence and freedom, it is absolutely our duty to help our compatriots!" Moran looked at Washida's confident look, and his heart seemed to see the sun through the fog. He said firmly: "I will definitely go back!" "Come on!" Washida waved her little fist. "Yeah!" Talking and eating, Moran was so happy that she ate too much without paying attention. After counting, she ate a steak, a bowl of egg fried rice, and a small dish of salad. It has greatly exceeded her appetite and can't eat anymore. She rubbed her belly and leaned back in her chair. "I'm full, classmate Vasida. It's up to you from now on!" Vashida glanced at Moran's round belly to confirm that she was really full, and her eating speed suddenly increased several times. Although it is fast, it is still very different from the way of wolfing it down at the entrance dinner yesterday. It can be seen that she still fully chewed and tasted it. Moran finally knew, and Vasida's careful taste was countless times faster than she expected. Why was it so slow before? Most likely because she was afraid that she wouldn't have enough to eat!
As soon as Vashita finished eating, she stood up and cleared away the dishes. Moran wanted to help, but she pushed her down on the chair: "I am now your chef apprentice, right? How can an apprentice ask his mentor to take care of him!" Moran was not fooled: "I just promised to write you a recipe and let you teach your zombies, but I didn't say that I would teach you the whole recipe myself. Who kind of mentor do you think I am?" "It doesn't matter if you pass on the recipe! Could it be that if I don't understand this recipe, Moran, will you have the heart not to point it out to me?" Vasida said confidently. "You!" Moran was not polite: "Go and wash the dishes! Why didn't I notice you were so good at climbing on the pole before?" This was regarded as a tacit understanding that she would teach her. Vasida hummed a tuneless song and happily went to clear the dishes.