"Order, order. The Great Witch High Council's second round of deliberations is now officially in session."
After Jiang Han and Eileen took their seats, the second round of the meeting reconvened roughly five minutes later. The efficiency was remarkably high.
"Eileen, what would it take for you to influence Anjie's decision-making?" Jiang Han cradled the Cat Cup in both hands, rubbing the even fluffier cup as her tail scooped up a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into her mouth.
It was white chocolate.
It was witches' favorite kind of chocolate. In South City alone, several hundred chocolate workshops produced it. As a race with enormous consumption needs, witches were quite dependent on desserts, especially chocolate. Jiang Han remembered that when she had first gone mining with Qin Shunying, they had needed to prepare dozens of rows of white chocolate in the survey vehicle, taking it out to eat from time to time—or soaking it in boiling water at extreme temperatures and adding cocoa powder to make a drink.
One bite was basically enough to cover the energy expenditure needed for everyday activities.
Eileen also took a piece of white chocolate and put it in her mouth. As a witch, half an hour for dinner was a little too short; she had only managed to eat until she was barely half full. She needed to replenish some energy too, to recover her vigor.
"There are many factors that can influence Anjie's decisions. Let's start with the two simplest ones." With the practiced air of a veteran, Eileen raised her index and middle fingers. "First, Anjie is accustomed to following the advice of the entire secretarial corps. She will rigorously review a proposal. Once she has determined that it is unworkable, if the secretarial corps submits it again, she will reconsider