"Phantylia, turn up the heat."
Jiang Yao stared at the slices of Hoolay meat without blinking.
Borisin meat had a fine texture, but its unpleasant odor was undeniable.
To eliminate that odor without compromising the texture, he had to pay attention to every detail.
A perfectionist, understand?
As the heat gradually increased.
Jiang Yao gave the meat a couple of stirs.
Then he added the seasonings he had prepared.
And the scallions.
The oil was searing hot, sizzling as it touched the seasonings.
The hot oil brought out the aromas of both the seasonings and the Hoolay meat.
At once, those aromas blended perfectly and wafted toward them.
As Jingliu caught the scent, her appetite began to stir.
But she could still hold herself back.
Please. Jingliu was a Sword Champion who had made her own body a sword and recovered her true self from being mara-struck.
Her self-control was nothing short of formidable.
If she hadn't met a freak like Jiang Yao.
She wouldn't have gone from mara-struck to squealing cutely, would she?
But!
The very next moment.
Jingliu began to grow impatient.
She even edged closer and closer, staring unblinkingly at her mortal enemy in the wok.
The corners of her mouth were getting a little wet.
Because.
Jiang Yao had moved Phantylia from beneath the wok into it.
What did that mean?
Naturally, it was for Phantylia's special ability!
Surely she couldn't stimulate hormone secretion in the food to fine-tune its texture and flavor through the bottom of a wok?
Absolutely not.
She had to make contact!
Phantylia was suffering inside.
Granted, she was an energy life-form, so oil and meat wouldn't actually sully her noble body.
But this behavior, this treatment.
Didn't she, Phantylia, have any dignity?
Well, not a scrap she could keep!
With Phantylia's