Chapter 943: Roast Meat Discusses Heart

On the other side, Ga La Ha De was also preparing to taste Dorothy's craft.

However, she didn't hug the roast rack and bite it directly like the Home Witch, but carefully divided this super giant roast meat into several portions with a kitchen knife.

She prepared to give one-sixth of it to everyone in the imperial kitchen to enjoy together. Although this way, everyone could only get about one bite, this was already enough.

Another one-sixth she prepared to serve as the main dish on the Long Wang's dining table later. After all, it was almost time to deliver the meal, so the palace couldn't be without a main dish today.

Another one-sixth was divided by her to the demon knife girl beside Dorothy. After all, her sister had promised to let her take a part of the cooking back.

Ga La Ha De's own roast meat could not be shared, so she had to divide a part from Dorothy's roast meat as a reward.

As for the last one-half...

This naturally belonged to her.

This was originally roast meat made by Dorothy for her, and she didn't have the bad habit of showing off like A Si Te Luo Si, so she was willing to share half of it and was already heartbroken to the point of being unable to breathe. If it were any more, don't even think about it.

She was even reluctant to finish it in one breath, so she finally took a portion the size of a normal dinner plate from her own share, and then sealed the rest of the roast meat with the highest-level time-stop magic. In this way, she could taste her sister's taste for a long, long time.

And after allocating the shares, she looked at Dorothy who was biting her own roast meat without any image opposite, and also showed a satisfied smile.

It seems that her sister also quite likes her craft. Well, let's ignore her for now.

Subsequently, Ga La Ha De waved her hand and distributed the roast meat prepared for the imperial chefs to them.

"Everyone, use all your tongue's strength to taste this gift. After all, being able to taste that supreme delicacy is the greatest honor in your life. If anyone among you can comprehend even one ten-thousandth from it, then it is enough to upgrade to a head chef. If you can comprehend one-thousandth, my position as head chef can be given to you."

This pure knight, who is usually quite easygoing, said with a proud tone.

And regarding this, the imperial chefs naturally didn't dare to refute.

For one thing, they really respected Head Chef Ga La Ha De's cooking skills. Even if they felt that the other party was exaggerating in their hearts, they would never express it directly.

Secondly, it was that everyone's attention at this time was indeed attracted by the one bite of roast meat distributed to each person on the dinner plate. Whether it was the color or the taste of this roast meat, it was perfectly impeccable. In the eyes of this group of chef witches, it was simply like the most delicious work of art in the world, and there was an urge to find an altar to worship it.

Well, such a description is really not exaggerated. After all, I don't know if this roast meat was specially added with magic effects, but it is really glowing.

Details, this is too detailed.

In short, this is definitely a delicacy far beyond their cooking skills. Perhaps the head chef's statement was not too exaggerated. If they could learn a little bit from this mysterious master's cooking, it would be enough for them to benefit for a lifetime.

Finally, everyone closed their mouths that had already become waterfalls and then picked up their forks one after another, sending that bite of roast meat into their mouths.

And then...

"Woo..."

"Ah..."

"Supreme bliss..."

"Sun, so warm."

"Woo woo woo, Mom, I miss you."

Whether it was the head chef, the ordinary imperial chef, or the helper, all the imperial chefs at this moment had relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

At this moment, the work taste that was originally tight on them all dissipated. Everyone was filled with a sense of relaxation from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were basking in the sun lazily in the courtyard in winter or having a leisurely picnic with their family in spring.

At this moment, all the pressure of work, the troubles of the workplace, and the entanglements of desire were far away. They gained rare leisure and peace, enjoying this moment of happiness.

And seeing the reaction of her subordinates, Ga La Ha De also curiously cast her gaze on the roast meat on the plate in front of her.

Although she could also find the beautiful memories of her sister's craft in the previous life from the E Mo La remnant soul in her body, and it was precisely because of the pursuit of that taste in the dream that she was obsessed with cooking in this life.

But that was ultimately a dream. The taste in the memories tasted through the remnant soul was always distorted, and the squid balls brought by A Si Te Luo Si before were small in portion, and she didn't taste the flavor well because she ate too fast. But now, she could finally taste her sister's craft properly.

She was looking forward to it in her heart, and then raised the knife and fork in her hand.

And as that tempting roast meat was sent into her mouth, indescribable deliciousness exploded in her mouth, as if countless teasing little elves were wantonly teasing her taste buds.

Right taste, right taste, this is the taste.

At this moment, the scene that always seemed hazy in the dream became real.

That dilapidated church, that kind priest, that beautiful nun who always had a gentle smile, that cute sister who was always as confident as a little sun, and that waste fat dragon who was always carefree and only knew how to eat, drink, and play.

This is the taste of home, and also the taste of happiness.

Dorothy is indeed still that good child like a little sun, and she hasn't changed at all after so many years.

At this moment, Ga La Ha De burst into tears.

She even generously shared the taste of this delicacy with other Dragon Heads through the Round Table oath, and then added a message.

"It's back, everything is back. This is the happiness my sister gave me. Although you can't eat it, I tasted it for you. If I ate it, it means everyone ate it. Anyway, we share a dragon stomach, no need to thank me."

And then, she quickly received friendly greetings from other Dragon Heads.

Ni De Huo Ge: "That is my imperial meal, you cook actually stole it, this is a great crime of usurpation, ╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

Gui Ni Wei Er: "I curse you to have no good appetite for the next year, vomit whatever you eat, ╭(￣▽￣)╯╧═╧"

Mo Gen: "The time I support Gui Ni Wei Er the most, you guys are all eating alone, (／‵Д′)／~╧╧"

A Se: "Everyone, I think you are all too extreme, and based on my understanding of Ga La Ha De, this squirrel party definitely can't bear to finish it all, so everyone understands what I mean, (ヘ_)ヘ┳━┳"

Lan Si Luo Te: "As expected of you, A Se, your brain is really good. I have already prepared to force the palace imperial kitchen, o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓."

A Si Te Luo Si: "Ga La Ha De, report a price, how much roast meat do you have left, I want it all, ┬──┬ノ(゜-゜ノ)"

Ye Meng Jia De: "┴┴︵╰（‵□′）╯︵┴┴, this round table can't be held at all, and Ga La Ha De, you didn't prepare my share just now. I remember this grudge. Next time we merge, I will let your head grow on your butt as a tail."

Well, today's Round Table meeting is still very enthusiastic. It seems that everyone's humanity is very abundant, very good, it's just that the poor round table says it is very bad.

Of course, for the barking of the Dragon Heads, Ga La Ha De is disdainful.

As the strongest assassin among the Dragon Heads, although she can't beat that group of guys head-on, can't she hide if she can't afford to offend? As long as she doesn't want to, no one can find where she is. If you want to grab things from her hands, no way.

Therefore, she just enjoyed the delicacy in front of her leisurely.

Oh, she also cut a small piece and shared it with the dragon snake necklace on Dorothy's neck opposite.

Sigh, sorry, I really forgot Ye Meng Jia De just now. This incarnation of the main body is really not to be offended. Ga La Ha De doesn't want her head to really grow on her butt next time everyone merges.

Well, that damages the Long Wang, and the collective majesty of everyone. That is not good, really not good.

However, Ye Meng Jia De is really worthy of being the incarnation of the main body. She is really a stingy ghost. Clearly, she is the one who stole the lead the fastest among everyone. Now she enjoys Dorothy's feeding openly every day. Ni De Huo Ge doesn't have that treatment. Why didn't you think that everyone else was still hungry when you were eating?

Ga La Ha De complained slightly in her heart.

Well, the friendship boat of the Dragon Heads is about to capsize.

However, she waited for a while, waited for her sister to gobble up the entire molted tail of Ni De Huo Ge, and then regained consciousness.

"How is it, how is my craft?"

The pure knight put down the dinner plate that had been l

Dorothy: "."

Realizing she had lost her composure, the Home Witch felt a bit ashamed. She reached out to wipe her hands on her apron, intending to clean off the grease, but discovered that not a single drop of oil remained on her hands—it had all been licked clean.

Well, not just her hands; given her ravenous way of eating, her entire face should have been covered in grease, but now she found that her face seemed to be covered in nothing but saliva.

Damn it, what kind of stupid thing did I just do?

Come to think of it, I didn't even know my tongue could lick my entire face. Is it really that long and that flexible? There was really no need for such a weird, bizarre function, okay?

The Home Witch was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a Long Wang Palace out of the ground with her toes.

However, regarding Galahad's inquiry, she suppressed her shyness and, with extreme seriousness, held up a thumb and praised her.

"That was amazing; it's the best roasted meat I've ever eaten in my life."

Well, this statement wasn't an exaggeration. Although, in Dorothy's view, the Halfling Witch's pure culinary skill still had a tiny bit of room for improvement and couldn't be called absolutely perfect, the quality of the meat from the unknown dragon's tail she had chosen was simply too high. It perfectly compensated for that minor culinary shortcoming, and, all things considered, it truly deserved to be called the most delicious roasted meat Dorothy had ever eaten.

Of course, the most important thing was that Miss Galahad's "Culinary Heart" was also very delicious.

Dorothy recalled the feeling of being dominated by that sudden, overwhelming sense of hunger. In that instant, she seemed to have forgotten everything, with only the instinct to feed remaining in her mind. Her appetite had turned into a bottomless pit, greedily craving the delicacy before her.

This feeling of forgetting everything and focusing solely on eating, while a bit strange, was unexpectedly nice in retrospect.

Well, Galahad's craftsmanship had activated the beastly nature within her, turning her into a predator that lived by the law of the jungle, thinking only of hunting and feeding every day.

And this was the most fundamental meaning of food.

Food that can fill one's stomach and keep one from starving is the most delicious food of all.

"But I didn't expect you to have that kind of personality, Galahad. It's quite different from your appearance; it's quite a surprise."

Dorothy said this with a sigh of emotion while rubbing her round, bulging belly, trying to speed up digestion.

A "Culinary Heart" is a reflection of the human heart, and Galahad's Culinary Heart, which seemed to want to devour everything to supplement herself, was actually quite terrifying. It really didn't match her innocent, child-like appearance.

"I am, after all, one of the first-generation Knights of the Round Table."

To the Home Witch's exclamation, the Halfling Witch opposite her was quite frank.

"Dorothy, although I quite like your warm Culinary Heart, this world is not as beautiful as you imagine it to be. It is quite cruel. If you want to obtain something, you naturally have to sacrifice something else. And I am unwilling to be the one sacrificed again. I absolutely will not allow everything I care about to become someone else's sustenance. Therefore, I would rather strike first and be the one who reaps the rewards."

Galahad answered with such frankness.

This was her Culinary Heart, and at the same time, it was the shared mindset of the Round Table Council, as well as the theme of the grand, sweeping Great Expedition of the Long Wang Era.

Since they had not yet become omniscient and omnipotent gods, they at least had to become the strongest beings beneath the gods.

Emora was, after all, just a Dragon Beast; she wasn't very smart and didn't understand complex human thoughts very well, so she was more accustomed to acting according to the rules of beasts.

"Survival of the fittest. Since there must be an ultimate predator at the top of the food chain, why can't that role be me?"

The innocent knight reached out, clenched her fist, and added.

Well, the world of beasts is very simple; there is only survival and reproduction.

Survival means food, which means hunting. Only by catching enough prey, eating enough food, and replenishing enough nutrients can a beast be strong enough, gain the power to live on, and occupy better territory. Of course, in the end, it can also reproduce better.

Well, reproduction.

The Dragon Heads actually didn't have that many worldly desires, but...

To be fair, isn't the sister who died and was resurrected before their eyes the best result of this desire of theirs?

Well, whether viewed as the result of reproduction or the object of reproduction, it is a perfect ending in every sense.

This was the most precious miracle they had summoned back after accumulating magic power and nutrients for so long, crafting the most perfect and comfortable Dragon Nest, and making every possible preparation.

"Well, I guess you wouldn't really agree with my philosophy, Dorothy. It doesn't matter; you just need to walk your own path."

Galahad then lowered her head, looking a bit disappointed, and said this.

The Dragon Heads actually knew that their path was ultimately diametrically opposed to their sister's. It was they who had led the Witch race from being the dragon slayers of the past to becoming the new evil dragons of today.

Although they didn't regret this decision and would do it all over again if given the chance—after all, this was the only way they could think of to get their sister back.

It was just that this did indeed violate their sister's original philosophy.

They didn't expect to gain their sister's understanding and approval either.

However, Dorothy, sitting opposite her, shook her head.

"Who said I don't agree? You've all worked very hard, haven't you? I'm not the type of person to eat from a bowl and then curse the cook once I've put down my chopsticks. You've done well enough."

The Home Witch said this earnestly.

She did indeed find some of the cruel rules of the Witch World hard to stomach at times; her own values and heart made her unwilling to fully approve of such cruel acts of aggression and plunder everywhere.

But by now, she was no longer the kind of binary thinker who saw things as only black and white. She realized that the essence of the Western Universe was just that cruel.

"When the granary is full, people learn etiquette; when clothing and food are sufficient, people know honor and shame."

The Witch World might seem powerful now, but in reality, it was still far from the point where it could afford to slow down. Although the Three Kings were strong, they each had their own flaws. If the Witch race lost the protection of the Three Kings, they would be carved up completely by other worlds eyeing them covetously in a matter of minutes.

Of course, that would also be retribution. Just as the Witch World had once ruthlessly devoured other worlds, there would be nothing to complain about if it were eventually eaten by other worlds.

This is fair and conforms to the natural law of the jungle.

However, Dorothy is a Witch in this life.

Where you stand determines where you sit.

Victims from other races could accuse the Three Kings of being heartless and curse the cruelty of the Witch World, but she had no right to say such things.

Besides, if she had a choice, who would want to fight wars every day? Who told them to live in this Western Universe with its special rules?

If she could, Dorothy wouldn't want to hurt anyone, but clearly, she didn't have that ability for the time being. In her first life, she had been so ambitious and self-important; she had naively thought that with her protagonist's fate as a transmigrator, and with her own intelligence and hard work, she could do whatever she wanted—a direct "power fantasy" unfolding, "my fate is determined by me, not by heaven."

And the result? Heh.

She kicked the bucket before even leaving the newbie village.

Although that was because all the world bosses were blocking the gate in the newbie village without any sense of sportsmanship, failure was failure.

So, it's better to be down-to-earth in this life; stop with the "chuunibyou" fantasies.

Well, if someone has to be hurt, Dorothy doesn't want that person to be her own family.

She admits that she is, after all, a selfish person.

After all, she, too, would be heading to the battlefield before long.

Even if she had a thousand or ten thousand reasons, this wouldn't change the fact that she was about to become a villain.

She had already prepared herself to have her hands stained with blood for this.

Back then, Adam had taken her and run away from Long Ma precisely because he didn't want her to walk down this path.

But now, fate is just so helpless; she seems destined to walk down that path she has been avoiding all along.

So, she grabbed Galahad's hand and instantly refined it...

Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, wrong script.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

She just thanked her earnestly like that.

The Home Witch is thanking...

I actually wrote 5,000 words; I've worked hard. I had an IV drip today, and my cold is finally much better. Everyone should take care, too; a cold is too hard to deal with.