The kickoff waited for neither Cat nor Witch. Sha'er Lamp had gone to take the kickoff, and Hildenet next door, along with her two companions, had gone to watch it as well. Eileen had also gone to join the excitement. The only ones left in the room were Jiang Han, who had been "punished," and Olivia, who had gotten up late.
The punishment was simple: wash the dishes and cook without using magic.
Thud, thud, thud.
Jiang Han's cat tail grasped a kitchen knife and deftly chopped vegetables, while her sharp cat eyes continuously scanned the recipe. Her hands, too, steadily sorted through the fresh fish with a rhythmic thud, thud, thud.
...Witches really had a huge influence on people.
She sighed inwardly as her sharp claws mercilessly split the fresh fish open and, with a swish, used the instincts innate to both Sea Sirens and Cat Lamps to clean out its innards.
...I used to be a little scared of handling living things.
Modern people found even killing a chicken or a fish disgusting—this wasn't a joke.
She skillfully removed every fish bone and thorn. Her nimble fingers possessed abilities beyond those of land-dwellers, allowing her to effortlessly control the texture and tenderness of the fish.
Even the dullest Witch, so long as she focused on cooking, could go from a "complete beginner" to the level of "a veteran land-dweller with over five years of training" within one or two hours. Only when it came to skills that had reached the true realm of "supernatural arts" did they possess the same [differences in talent] as ordinary people. If they were merely comparing techniques that an ordinary land-dweller could master after several years of practice, then they had no need for so-called [talent] at all.
She deftly twisted the fish