When the pork ribs came out of the Space Ring, they were still giving off a chill.
The preservation effect was downright outrageous—just like they had been chopped off a butcher's block moments ago.
Saina took the ribs, slapped them onto the chopping board, grabbed the dull kitchen cleaver, and started chopping.
Thud, thud, thud.
With the strength of a third-tier, chopping ribs was no different from cutting tofu. The bone fragments were neat and even, without even a speck of marrow splattering out.
Su Li leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching Saina toss the ribs into the pot, smash garlic, and pour in soy sauce. Her movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, far smoother than when she practiced swordsmanship.
"If you were this quick with a sword, Elena would be crying as she begged to take you as her disciple."
Saina did not even turn around. "Keep running your mouth, and you won't get any tonight."
Elena's voice drifted down from the second floor, thick with resentment.
"Saina! Use less garlic! The whole house reeks of it! My newly bought silk sheets will all have to be taken outside to air!"
"If you think it stinks, then don't eat!" Saina smashed another two whole heads of garlic into the pot with tremendous force.
Su Li retreated into the courtyard.
He sat on the edge of the well and took out the chunk of Ice Soul Ore from his Space Ring.
The chill clung to his palm and bored into his meridians, pressing the surging aether within him into submission. When he released his pressure at the tavern tonight, he had dragged out a strand of his peak third-tier aether, and it was still rampaging through his meridians.
Silver Crown City's situation could, for the time being, barely