After several hours of council proceedings, there were naturally no qualified proposals. Though Anjie had still formatted and decided that a few decent ideas would be [discussed again after revision], while several others would be [discussed again after consulting the relevant departments].
That meant certain exchanges of interests, and it meant many witches would have to make phone calls.
And at that moment, it was time for the dinner break.
It was the perfect chance to make time. Witch councils generally lasted until late at night; once proposals were decided upon, they would be implemented immediately. After getting everything done in the early hours, they could sleep blissfully, then wake up and enjoy the fruits of their work. That was part of the witches' efficient way of life.
Jiang Han was still barely adapting to it. Hugging her Cat Cup, she followed Eileen to the councilors' dining hall and, as expected, saw an extravagantly luxurious restaurant. There was also an enormous Cat Lamp Kitchen hanging in the sky. Inside, a Quick-Knife Giant Cat Lamp was directing Cat Lamps and food dogs as they cooked, sending dishes down with tremendous efficiency via conveyor belts into the buffet area.
Witches had no such thing as a 'God of Sushi.' Their philosophy was simple: with good enough ingredients and decent enough cooking skills, one could make the finest delicacies.
Jiang Han found an empty seat, then carried her Cat Cup over to fill it with green fungal grass. She took a heaping plate of roasted venison, along with salad and dinner rolls.
"Mm, I didn't know I was so good at this?" She looked helplessly at the food she had unconsciously arranged into a beautiful presentation.
The helplessness—or rather, the strength—of witches lay in the fact that once they memorized certain knowledge, they