Half an hour later, a grand banquet was underway next to the Golden Country Fishing Ground.
"Here cos the fish soup, everyone, don't be shy; eat it while it's hot."
Dorothy waved her hand, and a big pot of fish soup flew towards the dozens of tables set up temporarily.
Well, what was originally planned as a small lunch for a few people suddenly turned into a communal al for all the fishern at the fishing ground.
There was no helping it, according to the traditions of the Witch World's fishing community, when soone lands a top-tier catch, it's common to casually distribute so things to the other fishern who are watching. The gifts don't need to be very precious; the main thing is to ensure everyone gets a share so that others can partake in the joy and luck.
It's essentially a practice aiming to bring good luck.
Having played the role of an African Chief and fortuitously caught a great catch, the hobody witch obviously wouldn't be stingy. She generously cut off one of the poor Evil God's tentacles, intending to share this several-hundred-ter-long tentacle as a prize with the spectators.
After all, Golden Town Resort is a top-tier hotel in the Witch World with expensive rates not affordable to ordinary witches. The guests who co and go from here usually have so status or power.
Accordingly, there weren't many people fishing at the grounds today, less than fifty in fact. Thus, the large Evil God's tentacle was more than enough for everyone to share.
And because the fishern were all elites with reputations and status, seeing Dorothy be so generous as to be willing to distribute the precious flesh of the Evil God as a reward to everyone, they were not only overjoyed but also didn't want to accept such a gift for nothing. One after another, they returned the favor by presenting a pile of gifts to the hobody witch.
In response to this, Senior Mia, who was beside Dorothy quietly receiving the gifts, telepathically told her that they had made a killing. Although the flesh of the Evil God was very valuable and costly, the gifts they received in return were even pricier. The total value was almost two to three tis that of the portion of the Evil God's flesh they had distributed, which made the hobody witch feel sowhat uncomfortable in her conscience.
She marveled at how generous the fishern were, but felt it wasn't proper to refuse their gifts. So, she simply decided to invite everyone to share a al.
The fishern naturally wouldn't object, for this was an invitation from the Fishing King of the day, symbolizing good fortune. Which seasoned fisherman would refuse such luck?
Besides, standing next to this young Fishing King was the Golden Princess. Everyone who ca to Golden Town Resort would naturally recognize the future mistress of Golden Country.
And this young Fishing King's close relationship with the Golden Princess was evidence enough of her extraordinary status.
Most of the fishern were witches several hundred years old, rich in experience and wily – practically living encyclopedias. They understood the wisdom that adding more connections wouldn't be a bad thing. The expensive gifts they had given earlier were actually ant to foster closer ties or serve as a small investnt.
Thus, everyone brought out their catch of the day to add more dishes to the banquet.
Dorothy did not refuse this offer, for dealing with these catches was no difficult task for soone who mastered the art of group cooking.
In any case, for a mont, the atmosphere by the fishing ground was filled with joy and contentnt, especially when Dorothy's cooking was served. The skills worth of God of Cookery Descent level made everyone feel like they had struck gold.
Today, the hobody witch brought out her best culinary skills to prepare many signature dishes. Since the Evil God's tentacle resembled an octopus tentacle, she drew on her past life's Japanese cuisine knowledge, making dishes like Teppan Evil God Tentacle, Evil God Marbles, Grilled Evil God, and so on.
She didn't waste the other fishern's strange variety of fish either, making dishes like fish sashimi, fragrant fish hot pot, seafood ran, red braised fish, stead fish, grilled fish, fish head tofu soup, and many other seafood delights.
When these ticulously crafted dishes were served, they quickly received high praise from everyone.
"Impressive, this is the most delicious al I've ever had in my life."
"Is this truly made by a witch's kitchen spell? Why doesn't it seem quite the sa as what I learned?"
"Indeed, I suddenly feel like I might have learned a fake spell."
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The crowd generously lavished praise on Dorothy's culinary talent, and not just as polite flattery to build rapport; their admiration was genuinely heartfelt.
To these complints, the hobody witch was quite unreserved in accepting them. After all, as a chef, there's nothing more gratifying than having one's skills affird by patrons, and at that mont, Dorothy was full of a sense of achievent.
"Oh, it's nothing much; I just happen to like eating, so I practiced a bit more and got sowhat proficient. You're all too kind."
She smiled shyly, showing great humility.
The socially anxious witch was still sowhat unaccustod to such adoration from strangers.
So after politely exchanging words and noting down the nas and contact details of the fishern to expand her network, and subtly advertising the Witch's Ho club's architecture services, she returned to her own table at the Witch's Ho.
Fortunately, most witches are straightforward and lack the social niceties of mortals' drinking ceremonies; hence, there was no need for fake toasts and politeness between tables.
Everyone enjoyed the delicious food with their familiar companions, chatting away and having no intention of bothering others too much.
Therefore, the overall atmosphere of the gathering remained relaxed and pleasant.
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