Witch portion was shorthand for a restaurant's proudly advertised "enough to fill even a witch."
Then a giant cat portion naturally meant enough to fill even a giant cat.
And as for the extra-large giant cat portion, Jiang Han truly had no idea what sort of scale that was.
Perhaps she had ordered the extra-large giant cat hotpot with just a little of the mindset of I want to see how this ends, and Olivia's fanning of the flames had also been one reason. The great Sleeping Cat Lamp went meow-ao, meow-ao:
"...Heh, mere witches dare make food in giant cat portions? Frogs at the bottom of a well that have never seen the sky! Fools who have never beheld the cosmos and think the ground beneath their feet is the whole world—meow-ao, meow-ao, the cat's poetic spirit surges!"
"Aren't you a witch too?"
The moment Jiang Han pointed that out, she felt her cat ear being bitten.
Then the unexpectedly sensitive cat ear was assaulted by demonic sound:
"Meow-ao-ao-ao!"
Today, the Sleeping Witch had once again mistaken herself for a Cat Lamp... Her feline dementia was growing more severe, now accompanied by intense split-personality disorder.
Amid their horseplay, a rumble strong enough to make the ground tremble came from the little hut where the ingredients were kept.
Jiang Han and the big cat stopped tussling, two pairs of huge eyes fixed on the ingredients hut.
Rumble rumble rumble...
Rumble rumble...
First, a civilian tank drove out. On the territory of Eastern witches, civilian tanks were already fairly common Sky Island vehicles.
It hauled a trailer behind it, and on that trailer sat an enormous hotpot large enough to stuff three giant cats inside. Three civilian spell-fire bottles beneath it kept it continuously heated.
...To be honest, this was Jiang