Sea Spring Fort ran shark soup shops beloved by the locals. It seemed that the farms in this stretch of air sea raised sharks on a massive scale—round-headed sharks with plump, adorable appearances, yet vicious enough to tear apart dragons coming down for a drink.
Adorable on the outside, but vicious.
Jiang Han mulled over those words in silence, staring meaningfully at the ribbon girl ahead of her.
It was the nickname she had given Dolores.
A huge ribbon sat atop Dolores's head, bouncing along as she skipped. Coupled with her petite build—only a little bigger than Jiang Han—she drew an exceptionally high number of second glances among witches fond of digging for copper ore.
Jiang Han guessed that perhaps the ribbon girl had approached her precisely because of her similarly petite stature. After all, Clara and Mixue were idols with average builds. Though they were somewhat more delicate than ordinarily built witches, they still held a certain advantage over Jiang Han and Dolores.
"Two guests!" The ribbon girl took the lead into the bustling shop and called out loudly.
"Coming!" A waitress in a blue-and-white striped shirt strode over, her figure so incredible it practically exploded. The muscles on her forearms were enough to rival Jiang Han's thighs. She shouted cheerfully, "This way, ladies!"
Like the Flash—or perhaps Captain America—she thrust out her perky backside and muscular back, clearing a path in one go.
Only after sitting down did Jiang Han breathe in the shop's rich aroma of simmered bones, mixed with the scent of beer.
"Two shark bone soups, two buckets of rice, and six Sea Spring Fort grilled sausages." Dolores ordered with practiced ease.
She looked practically like a local.
"Whenever I travel to... work in a place, I always research the local food beforehand," Miss Dolores