Come to think of it, Miss Cuoyu was tiny too, very cute, though she was taller than me... Jiang Han felt a tightness in her chest.
Among women, 1.45 meters in the year 1994 of the same era could only be considered short, not extremely short.
After all, around 1.5 meters was considered acceptable for women, while over 1.6 meters counted as average height.
But witches had an average height of 173 centimeters domestically, and Britain's was even higher—179.
Suppressing the ache in her chest, Jiang Han helped Liang Cuoyu correct her homework. She had also changed into an ice-blue house dress and was copying out alchemy formulas onto magically infused papyrus. Quietly, she swung her feet in short blue cotton socks, serene and lovely.
At around midnight, she went into the kitchen and found Ms. Ye making fried eggs under Liang Cuoyu's instruction.
She held the spatula in one hand, while the other was raised with her fingers pinched into an orchid gesture.
Under Miss Cuoyu's detailed guidance, she easily flipped the egg over and asked excitedly, "Hey, like this?"
"Yes, yes. Using a spatula is different from using magic. With magic, you can stabilize the egg white and yolk, but a spatula can't." Liang Cuoyu opened the rice cooker beside her, and the fragrant scent of steaming rice instantly filled the entire room.
As the aroma billowed up, she spotted Jiang Han as well and smiled. "Just in time for dinner."
No need to use that simple roll-bento spell today. Thank goodness... Jiang Han pattered across the wooden floor in slippers that had never tried to please anyone, trotting over in tiny steps.
She glanced into the cooking pot. Inside the magically partitioned steam dome floated piping-hot dishes that had yet to be plated.
"I'm hungry too. Where