Alleria's question brought everyone's discussion to a halt, and they all turned toward the elf who, at present, could be considered fairly knowledgeable about the orcs.
"I was thinking... what should we eat later? Hot pot, or..." Yu Lin Bloodhawk suddenly stopped talking.
He finally realized that this probably wasn't the time to discuss such things. He stared in astonishment at the many senior human and elf officers in the conference hall, all grinning foolishly at him.
"All right! Go back and prepare the food!" Alleria suppressed the fury that threatened to erupt like a volcano and tried to sound as normal and calm as possible as she spoke to Yu Lin Bloodhawk.
"Ah! All right!" Sensing the danger of an imminent volcanic eruption, Yu Lin Bloodhawk hurriedly excused himself and left as though he had been granted a pardon.
The instant he stepped out of the conference hall, thunderous laughter erupted inside.
In a cheerful, relaxed mood, he called two bodyguards to accompany him to Menethil Harbor to buy ingredients.
To be honest, since arriving in Azeroth, he had rarely prepared a proper meal for himself.
Although he had long since commissioned a dwarf to make him a set of cookware, he had spent all his time in this dangerous world worrying about staying alive and practicing his skills whenever he had a spare moment. He had tasted plenty of hardship, but had rarely put any serious effort into cooking. Now that he was here, he really had nothing to do except eat.
Despite the war, the market at Menethil Harbor still offered plenty of fresh seafood. As long as you had money, you could always find ingredients to your liking. People had to eat, whatever the circumstances, whether they were nobles or refugees. Food had always been people's