In any case, without his involvement, the kitchen maids alone definitely could not handle it.
"Start with snake soup to whet the appetite."
By the time the first bowl of snake soup was served before the young Feathered Serpent God, an hour and a half had already passed.
However, the most time-consuming ingredient preparation had been ongoing all along, so the serving speed would gradually increase afterward.
Dark watched as the young Feathered Serpent God gulped down the bowl of snake soup in one go, its eyes shining brightly. It even licked the bottom of the bowl until it gleamed with grease. Then he ladled out a second bowl from the pot.
This kind of god-grade ingredient could not casually be made into food for others. They would most likely suffer from indigestion.
Besides, no one knew whether this snake meat, which had been stored for who knew how many years, had bred any god-grade germs.
In short, the fact that the young Feathered Serpent God was fine after eating it did not mean humans would be fine too.
After quickly downing three bowls of snake soup, the young Feathered Serpent God licked its lips and rubbed its little belly, its face practically spelling out "satisfied."
Judging from its expression alone, the snake soup was definitely effective. What remained was to determine how effective it was, and how much it would need to eat to reach the goal.
Dark turned and returned to the kitchen, continuing to oversee the cooking.
He had already prepared himself to take up the ladle while on the carriage, and he was full of energy now.
He kept making snake soup. Only after preparing several large vats did he switch to making more substantial dishes—steaming, roasting, stewing, and boiling.
It was not until five in