Carrying the food boxes home, Jiang Han found that the television had already begun playing short introductory videos for the contestants when she entered the living room.
Jiang Xuan sat on the sofa, her legs unable to reach the coffee table, so she scooted back and let her calves swing through the air. Cradling a ginger beer in both hands, she took a contented, leisurely sip.
Made with a little ale, a little absinthe, and ginger juice, it had a moderate strength and a pleasant taste.
Seeing Jiang Han return, she set down her cup, hopped off the sofa, and came over to divide the food boxes with her daughter. Then she pulled out her wand and conjured two small cushions, laying them between the sofa and the coffee table.
"Not bad summoning marks," Jiang Han commented.
It was a level-two universal spell. After several versions of updates and improvements, witch housewives could use it to mark items they often used, then conjure them anew. Old Comrade Jiang Xuan's magical power might have been low, but her technique was up to standard; the cushions she conjured had not suffered the slightest damage.
"Mm-hm, the first level-two spell I learned was this one. The potion conditions seemed to be... drink mugwort liquid while running, then take the potion after eating half an ice ball." Kneeling on the cushion, Jiang Xuan opened the food box with a hint of liveliness.
The wolf steak had been roasted with minced garlic and honey. The tender yet chewy meat came from meat wolves raised by witches, its golden, sweet, luscious fragrance spreading through the air. A sprinkling of black pepper made the dish even more tempting.
Jiang Xuan closed her eyes, her nostrils twitching as she revealed a blissful yet slightly predatory smile.
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