To accommodate Jiang Han at lunch, Josephine had actually made rice for her.
It was a small wooden barrel, the kind that could probably hold about a liter of water.
"It used to hold rum, so steaming rice in it leaves a slight alcohol scent. Are you the type who absolutely can't drink at all? If so, I can find you a clean barrel and steam some more." Josephine spoke kindly.
"I can drink a tiny bit. It's fine." Since Jiang Han had never formally studied French, she could only communicate in English.
Josephine's English was excessively fluent, but the great French witch was probably equally proficient in German.
With a sunny smile utterly at odds with her delicate, gloomy beauty, she served Jiang Han rice, then brought over two clay pots containing mapo tofu and butter-fried cumin lamb. The rich aroma made Jiang Han's heart stir a little.
The great French witch smiled at Angelite, who was watching from the side.
"Lately, I've been learning Chinese cooking. It's surprisingly interesting. But Europe is in civil war again, and with witches migrating lately, as a great witch I can't just run over to your side to have fun. I wanted to learn Zhejiang cuisine too."
The words "Zhejiang" came out of her mouth with remarkably authentic pronunciation. It could not compare to Kraken's Chinese, which still carried a slight Cantonese accent, but she was roughly on Angelite's level—except Angelite sounded more like a sweet female broadcaster, while Josephine's Chinese pronunciation was a little like ASMR.
"I've been learning to cook lately too." Angelite picked up the topic. "I've also been learning to make tofu by hand."
Jiang Han was startled and asked in some surprise, "That? Don't you British people not really eat tofu...?"
"I spend money on it for