As long as Little Wong did not make those bizarre dishes with things like extradimensional tentacles or eyeballs, his cooking was truly impeccable.
Absolutely state-banquet-chef level. Cooking, traditional Chinese medicine, magic, martial arts—these were the inheritances of the Guardians family.
Every rib was the same length, tender and juicy, glossy with oil and brightly red. Prepared in the Zhejiang style, it placed more emphasis on seasoning than the Sichuan style. Even eaten simply with rice, it would not feel greasy.
He had reduced the sauce to perfection as well. Every bite filled the mouth with fragrance; it was neither too dry nor too soft. Ribs needed a bit of chew to them, and knowing how to strike that balance was crucial for a chef.
Wanda ate a great deal. After she was full, she sat blankly in front of the television and rested for quite a while before Little Wong cast a spell and sent them to the Antarctic Sanctum Sanctorum in That Village.
"Master, Wanda."
A man whose eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hood received them. He was perhaps the most wizard-like person Wanda had ever seen. His luxurious mage robes and that mysterious, dangerous aura all indicated that this man was no ordinary person.
Yet he still bowed reverently to the Sorcerer Supreme, giving Wanda an even deeper sense of just how much authority the man beside her possessed.
"Little Ka, how has That Village been developing lately?"
After stepping onto the castle balcony and glancing down, Su Ming casually asked.
"With the advancement of technology, the number of people accidentally or deliberately entering the Savage Land has increased somewhat. However, I have dealt with them all." The corner of Kaecilius's mouth curved beneath his cloak, his voice brimming with hidden meaning.
Su Ming was