Jiang Han and Qiao Rou sampled every food item at this witches' gathering and gave their respective scores and reviews:
"I give it a 6. The cooking is excellent, the ingredients are average, and the styles are a little old, but the culinary techniques are very innovative. Not bad."
"7 points. The dishes are comprehensive, with fragrant, spicy, sweet, and salty flavors all represented. Especially that pan-fried meat patty—it was absolutely amazing!" Qiao Rou commented softly, finally clenching her little fist and giving it a swing through the air.
These two witches, these two dance companions, after briefly meeting up and tasting the food, were once again taken away by their respective employers.
Miss Rorschach wrapped an arm around her petite companion, quietly enjoying this relationship that resembled one between girlfriends and the stillness of being immersed in the dance. At the same time, she became somewhat more proactive and asked:
"Did you run into an acquaintance?"
Jiang Han raised her head and saw those bright eyes. She sneered inwardly, but smiled gently.
"Mm. Among witches like us who make a living as companions, there are quite a lot of acquaintances."
Rorschach froze for a moment, then smiled a little awkwardly.
"...Right."
This witch had social confidence now, and the gathering was nearing its end. It was time to slip away... Jiang Han rationally drew the line in her heart. Being a companion was not the same as selling alcohol. Only alcohol sellers needed to make customers miss them, to create repeat customers. But companions... when customers needed them, they would come on their own; and when they did not need them, they would still want you to come. Feelings manufactured this way were tawdry and cheap. They should not be allowed to continue.
It was time to bury this