Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 714 - 95: With a Little Spoonful of Love

In the kitchen, Lindong was busy with her left hand resting on her chin, intently watching the hot oil in the pot. On the cutting board were sliced chicken pieces and newly bought seasonings. She professionally marinated the chicken before frying, and had tied on a floral apron, with her white hair slickly tied back into a single ponytail.

(Home-style Lindong), Ethan thought he had returned at the right time, unlocking a special illustration of Lindong.

"We originally planned to have fried chicken, but the internet says many fried chicken shops have questionable hygiene, using oil that's all black, so we decided to make it ourselves."

The black cat explained from the kitchen doorway, marveling, "This woman is truly a high-tier Alchemist, cooking as if she knows it perfectly."

In Ethan's impression, Lindong seldom cooked. Rowena complained more than once that since the first day she met Lindong, Lindong lived a life of having meals prepared for her. The worst was when the mission was deep in the mountains, and Rowena had to handle all the meals. Lindong was like a noble lady, unwilling to touch a pot or pan, even marinating meat and starting fires were left to Rowena.

Ethan suddenly realized that all this time knowing Lindong, she had only ever asked him to eat out.

He observed at the kitchen door a while longer. Lindong treated cooking like performing a chemistry experiment, ensuring the number of chicken pieces and the seasoning ratios were perfect to a tee. Within a mere ten minutes, she even used domain magic twice, utilizing the time-stopping feature to consult the recipe, afraid the chicken would be overcooked in the oil.

The cuckoo clock was placed at the most prominent spot on the kitchen counter.

But then, Ethan noticed an issue.

This black cat kept saying "we decided to make dinner together," yet from the beginning, she had been out of the kitchen doing nothing, posing as an expert and commenting here.

"What can I do? I wanted to help, but I got kicked out."

The black cat activated mind reading, arguing, "I think that woman is a bit too picky."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I was originally in charge of marinating the chicken. You should know how to marinate, right? Isn't it just adding a little of this, a little of that, then mixing them together? But she insisted I was messing things up."

"What did you add?"

"White powder, red powder, black powder."

"Hold on, what is the black powder?"

"I don't know."

"Those are the crumbs from under the pot!"

A cold voice emerged from the kitchen, Lindong shot the black cat a side glance. She thought it was quite merciful of her not to pick up the pot and place it on the cat's head. Right now, at the critical moment of frying chicken pieces, she didn't have time to argue with the cat.

This was her first attempt at frying chicken, taking the attitude she had towards Alchemy.

For the third time, domain magic was activated.

She became a bit anxious; this dish still lacked a key seasoning, but time was ticking, and the tablet's tutorial advised not to let the chicken pieces fry too long.

She was racing against time, and this final seasoning's difficulty was no less than the most complex alchemical formula.

"Faced with difficulty?"

Seeing this, Ethan voluntarily walked into the kitchen.

He took a glance at the condition in the pot, and even disregarding the beginner's aura, Lindong's dish had reached an astounding level of completion. The breadcrumbs enveloping the chicken pieces were fried to a golden brown. All the seasonings were meticulously prepared and placed into small plates. Even though Ethan had been living alone for a long time and had ample cooking experience, he felt quite inferior regarding the seriousness of his cooking approach.

The fried chicken was already done, now skimming them out with a slotted spoon would be the perfect state.

"One seasoning is still missing."

Lindong looked troubled.

She tapped on the tablet, and Ethan sharply caught the video's title.

"Heart-Stirring Kitchen: Cooking Works Better Than Confessing—100 Recipes to Capture Your Boyfriend's Heart (Fried Chicken Edition)."

The video's subtitle just paused at the last seasoning:

"Finally, add a small spoon of love."

"This, how should I add it?"

The chicken in the pot was on the verge of being over-fried, and Lindong stalled at this last step for quite some time. She saw the video's author adding a scoop of air, but to an Alchemist, she could instantly think of a dozen invisible and flavorless materials, difficult to detect with the naked eye.

And the "love" mentioned in the video quickly reminded her of several formulas.

Love Potion?

The Cocoon of Passion?

If considering the colorless and shapeless...

Confusion's Dew?

This Magic Potion is from the Fourth Era, when a crown prince, seeking to win over his beloved, asked a witch for this colorless, odorless, shapeless potion. He dabbed it on a handkerchief and gifted it to his beloved, which unfolded the royal family's dramatic love story, later adapted many times by Gallog Kingdom's theatrical troupe, becoming one of the most renowned plays.

Ethan was flustered by Lindong's serious yet puzzled expression.

Perhaps this was what otakus called "cute airhead look," a rare appearance on Lindong.

But the problem followed.

How should he explain "a teaspoon of love" to Lindong?

In fact, nothing needed to be added; it was just a gimmick for making the video?

But saying this would undoubtedly spoil the romantic atmosphere.

"Is my fried chicken ready yet!"