Jiang Han had earned the "respect" of the witch Sophia through her own genuine skill.
It had to be said, there were at least a few benefits to that...
Curled up in a sofa chair, Jiang Han watched Sophia bustle around before her.
The other woman was brewing a huge cauldron of potion—or rather, "soup base."
Chef Sophia said it was an exceptionally potent soup base. Though the green, oily-looking stuff appeared steeped in fel magic, that was merely a misunderstanding caused by its appearance. Once it had been properly cooked, the green cauldron mixture would turn into a pure, pale-yellow broth.
Mix that broth with chicken soup, and it could become a delicious, nourishing medicinal chicken soup.
The method itself was not particularly difficult. The hard part was perfectly blending the ingredients, which required Sophia's special talents and magic. Once the foundation was complete, all that remained was to watch the cauldron and keep stirring without pause.
Seeing Sophia rush about, Jiang Han felt rather embarrassed as she asked, "Do you need any help? I can tend the cauldron, at least. I do have some experience with potions..."
"No, no, my good sister. You just need to sit there—and help me get in touch with A Lin, so I can get a 1994 poster with her handwritten signature..."
Jiang Han could not hold it in anymore. "Good sister, let me remind you: A Lin was taking the A3 exam in 1994. She didn't compete, so there are no 1994 Lin Zhaojun posters."
"Sis, when you see the poster of that tender young witch in your heart, would you care whether it was pirated or official? When you see a photo of your mother, would you care whether it was Photoshopped or composited?"
Sophia spoke in the tone of