"You, the runner-up, have to give me at least a quarter of the credit."
That was the first thing Jiang Han heard when she woke up from a deep sleep in the cat nest, still groggy and muddled.
It was said by Du Lingxuan, the little cat asking for credit.
So Jiang Han hurriedly hugged her tail and trembled her way over to the windowsill. She pulled open the curtains, checked the sun, and estimated that it was probably still afternoon. Only then did she say to Du Lingxuan, who wore no cold-weather clothes beyond an oversized T-shirt and little shorts, "It's actually afternoon? I thought it was morning, with how muddled you were talking."
"Was I? No way. Was I?" Du Lingxuan said with a yawn.
"I was." Jiang Han sat down in a fluffy chair...
"Meow-ow!" Mao Philia, who had been used as a chair, cried out and glared at her.
Jiang Han knew the cat lamps well and knew how to coax them. "You're too fat. The cat mistook you for a sofa."
"Meow-ow!" Mao Philia cried out smugly, then closed her eyes again, rested against her own belly, and began purring.
Once she sat down, Jiang Han naturally started eating the soft mashed potatoes and parsnip puree salad from Du Lingxuan's plate, topped with thick slices of smoked duck and salmon. Along with a steaming bowl of creamy mushroom puff-pastry soup, Jiang Han felt that this meal had been made especially for her.
"Delicious," she commented. "Though it could still be improved. For example, the smoked duck could be replaced with some homemade ham or luncheon meat."
Ham and luncheon meat held an exalted status in Witch World, because their production methods were entirely [handmade]. Witches' luncheon meat required carefully selected fatty pork as its