Chapter 48: The Deity of Cuisine

Though Sophie Liyazhijierangtazhangguanchufangdejuedingrang Dorothy Youxiewuyu ， Tadaoyebuzenmepaichi 。

She actually enjoys cooking; back home, she was always the one in charge of the kitchen.

For Dorothy, cooking is a passion, a hobby—who could resist the allure of delicious food?

No exaggeration—her culinary talent utterly dwarfs her magical aptitude; if cooking could lead to godhood in this world, the throne of the God of Cuisine would be hers for the taking.

Unfortunately, the witch world has no true gods—only pseudo-deities from other worlds; and as a witch, Dorothy naturally looked down on those pseudo-deities who could only wield power within their tiny realms by exploiting world rules.

So, in her spare time, Dorothy integrated her culinary skills into magic, and the now-iconic “Witch’s Magical Kitchen” spell series, consistently ranked among the top three bestsellers on the Magic Web, is her creation.

Since the advent of this spell series, the culinary standards across the witch world have improved by more than an order of magnitude—she single-handedly elevated the entire world’s cuisine.

Honestly, these culinary spells are far more profitable than real estate; had Dorothy chosen money over knowledge all these years, her earnings from this spell alone would have reached astronomical figures—but alas…

Dorothy seeks to unravel the mysteries of magic, but self-study alone is insufficient; even the most skilled cook cannot make a meal without ingredients; without a solid grasp of fundamental magical principles, everything else is meaningless, and to advance further in magic, a vast reservoir of magical knowledge is essential.

Yet in the witch world, knowledge is the most expensive commodity of all.

Although witches are always eager to share knowledge—nearly every witch publishes her discoveries as papers on the Magic Web Library immediately upon making them—the Magic Web Library holds nearly all knowledge accumulated by the witch world over millennia…

But this knowledge is not freely accessible.

Witches earn library points by uploading knowledge, and they must spend those same points to learn from others’ contributions.

In the Magic Web Library, if you have enough points, you become nearly omniscient—the entire treasure trove of the witch world’s tens of thousands of years of knowledge lies open to you, at your disposal.

So when the Magic Web Library administrator once asked Dorothy whether she wanted her spell royalties paid in witch coins or library points, she chose library points without hesitation.

What nonsense—what could possibly be more valuable to a witch walking the path of omniscience than knowledge itself?

Once she accumulates enough library points, she’ll be ready to soar—when she emerges from her studies, money will be hers for the taking.

That’s what she thought back then, and she still firmly walks this path today—the only problem is that learning takes time, and who knows when she’ll ever finish?

Her library points keep accumulating, but her witch coins grow slowly; she’s even considered exchanging some points for cash—but ultimately resisted the temptation.

What nonsense—points-to-cash is a one-way exchange: library points can be converted at par into witch coins, but witch coins cannot be converted back into library points.

This clearly proves library points are more valuable; exchanging scarce, irreplaceable points for easily obtainable coins is plainly a losing proposition—a guaranteed loss.

Besides, although her account shows a large number of points, they’re negligible compared to the library’s ocean of knowledge—they vanish faster than you can blink.

Just consider the twelve-tier forbidden spells, priced at astronomical figures; all her accumulated points over the years barely cover two or three of the cheapest ones.

So her points are nowhere near enough—she simply can’t afford to waste them.

Witch coins can be saved up slowly, but library points? The more, the better.

That’s how Dorothy, the miser, the hoarder, the veteran hamster, thinks.

Yet over the years, what’s troubled her most is how painfully slow her learning pace is; self-study is just too inefficient—her progress can’t keep up with the rate her points accumulate, and nothing is more tragic than this: sometimes she fears she’ll die before she finishes learning, and that would be a colossal waste.

Fortunately, after all these years, she’s finally arrived at the Witch Academy.

Hehehe, they say scholars are everywhere here—you’ll bump into masters just walking down the street; finding a teacher to boost my learning efficiency should be easy.

Just imagining a future where her learning speed multiplies several times over, Dorothy’s smile grows increasingly unhinged.

“Miss, please don’t stare at your food like a fool—you’re grinning like a mouse that fell into a grain warehouse, drooling all over.”

Yipang ，Sophie Liyakanzhemianqianmomingshaxiaodedaxiaojie ， Buyouzhoulezhoumeitou ， Youxiebujiezheyoushenmehaoxiaode 。

Is being put in charge of the kitchen really that delightful?

Yet as she watched the absent-minded girl and the perfectly functioning cooking spell above the stove, the angelic witch’s expression grew complex.

Has her control over magic become so refined that she can wield it unconsciously? Is this the realm of a spell’s creator?

The pure-white girl sighed inwardly—now, for the first time, she fully believed the girl’s earlier claim wasn’t a joke: the legendary Forest Witch of the Magic Web might very well be this silly-smiling girl before her.

“Oh, nothing—I just thought of something delightful.”

Bei Sophie Liyayitixing ，Dorothy Congmannaozidehusiluanxiangzhongqingxingguolai ， Taguanxingdishenshoucalecazuijiao ， Ranhoubumandidengleyiyanbuyuanchudechunbaishaonv 。

I didn’t drool at all—there’s no way.

“Alright, the meal’s ready—let’s eat. But where’s Mother?”

Dorothy waved her hand, and an invisible magical hand elegantly plated the dishes and set them on the table; as she removed her apron, she asked curiously.

Since waking up, she hadn’t seen her mother Euphelia—but the angelic witch had just told her that it was Mother who had changed and cleaned her filthy clothes after she’d vomited from the teleportation.

Zhishiyipangde Sophie Liyacishiquebeisongshangcanzhuodenaxiecaiyaogeizhenjingle 。

What the hell—were these dishes enchanted with holy light? Why are they glowing?

Gazing at the luminous, artfully presented feast, the angelic witch fell into deep thought.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses and answered the girl’s question.

“The teacher is busy; seeing you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, she returned to handle urgent matters and said she’d come as soon as possible.”

Dorothy didn’t press further.

She wasn’t some child who’d throw a tantrum if her mother wasn’t by her side upon waking; her experience as a transplant made her understand the burdens of adulthood.

Euphelia must be exhausted—after all, she’s not just a noble lord but also a Peak Witch, one of the absolute top figures in the entire witch world; such a towering figure surely has a packed schedule; going to find her must have already delayed countless tasks—now she’s probably returning to work overtime.

So Dorothy nodded understandingly and said nothing more.

Besides, it’s actually better that Euphelia isn’t here—her presence is too overwhelming; being around her always made Dorothy feel uneasy, as if facing a towering authority figure.

Probably just unaccustomed—she’ll get used to it eventually.

Xianzaizhishengxia Sophie Liyahaizai ，Dorothy Qishisonglekouqi 。

“Well, try my cooking—I’ll take over the kitchen from now on; consider it my rent for staying here.”

She sat down at the table and confidently addressed the angelic witch across from her.

“ Yihouhaiqingduoduoguanzhao ，Sophie Liyaxiaojie 。”

Though they’d nearly become spouses in a moment of chaos, they still barely knew each other—and they’d likely be living together for years; so for this meal, Dorothy pulled out all the stops, determined to make a good first impression on her future roommate.

Meanwhile, the pure-white girl stared at the smiling girl across from her, taking in her dowdy appearance, and inwardly wished she could ignore her entirely.

Who wants to get along with you? If it weren’t for the teacher’s orders, I wouldn’t even speak to you—I’m not compatible with you at all.

Sophie Liyaxinlizhemebaoyuanzhe ， Dantaditoukanlekanzheyizhuoziliuguangyicaidemeiweijiayao ， Bizixiuzhenayigugugourenxinxiandeqimiaoxiangqi ， Zhongjiuhaishiqingbuzijindidianlediantou 。

“It’s my duty, Miss.”

Yes, yes—it’s just the teacher’s order; I’m merely fulfilling my duty.

The angelic witch convinced herself as she picked up a golden, roasted dragon wing with her fork.

Then—crunch—she took a bite, chewed twice, and her golden eyes widened in shock.

In that moment, the girl felt as if she’d glimpsed a divine being from legend.

Yes, no mistake—this is unquestionably the omniscient, omnipotent God of Cuisine.

.........Little Devil Girl, another bowl, please.........