8:45 p.m., at home.
When Jiang Han returned home, she found Ms. Ye Keshu dressed in a comical outfit.
Today, Ms. Ye wore a New Oriental chef's hat and a Witch's white robe. She looked like a Witch who worshipped the Queen of Cuisine and had sworn to join the Imperial Kitchen Brigade.
Standing beside her was Miss Liang Cuoyu, dressed the same way, looking somewhat thin and uneasy. The young witch's face was flushed as she held a cookbook in both hands.
It looked like some kind of missionary gathering... Jiang Han gave it that definition, then took off her wide-brimmed hat, removed her shawl, peeled off her silk gloves, bent down, and kicked off her low-heeled casual shoes.
Looking at the two of them, she asked:
"What are you doing? It looks like you're cooking."
"We are making cuisine!" Ms. Ye Keshu cut in sternly, proudly patting her chest and making those fine melons sway back and forth. "I have to say, little Jiang Han, you're very lucky! Our deluxe Witch Cuisine Troupe has selected you as our first lucky customer. You'll get to properly sample the dishes we made by following the cookbook."
Jiang Han hesitated for a moment, looked at Liang Cuoyu, and after half a second of inner conflict, asked:
"You didn't use spells like Cuisine Technique, Chef's Hand, or Middleton's Cookbook?"
"I don't know any spells yet." Liang Cuoyu sighed with faint regret.
A moment later, Ye Keshu gave her shoulder a heavy pat, and Ms. Ye laughed loudly.
"But you definitely will in the future! We're a Witch family—we have plenty of spells we can teach you. Jiang Han is also our family's super Witch, and she knows lots of spells she can teach you. Besides, who says you can't make a good