The tender beef stew was infused with pure, rich fragrance. The tomato sauce was neither too sour nor too sweet, its layers of sweet and savory flavor so abundant that Jiang Han nearly ate the plate as well.
Then came a generously sized pizza, topped with minced beef, slices of Pataloni sausage, and a little mixed black and white pepper. A thick layer of fattening cheese covered it all, lasagna-like, hiding the meat and cheese beneath while onions, tomatoes, and other common vegetables were scattered across the surface. When she slid the pizza cutter down and lifted a slice, countless strands of cheese stretched after it!
One bite filled her with fullness and satisfaction, making her cry out involuntarily:
"This is pizza!"
After finishing the huge slice, she gulped down a whole glass of mint lychee soda in one go. Icy freshness, sweetness, and the fragrant lychee pulp burst across her mouth, a chill that pierced straight into her soul.
"Whew..."
After eating and paying, Jiang Han rubbed her stomach contentedly and returned to Alchemy Street, slowly finding the street where the workshop was located.
"Wilhelm Pharmaceuticals' photo potionists..." Rumors like this could occasionally be heard on the street.
Witches had a distinctly Eastern rumor-sharing culture—what people called the "uncle crowd," though these days they could also be called the "aunt crowd." Generally, their exchanges began with dialogue like this:
["My aunt works at such-and-such a place, so I have some insider information."]
But witches' rumors these days generally did not stray too far from the truth; they usually had grounds and clues behind them.
The rumors Jiang Han heard about "Wilhelm" made her glance sideways at the witches spreading them.
Since Kraken had carried out espionage against that pharmaceutical company, Jiang Han had taken a slight interest in it