Chapter 9, Cooking

Mrs. Isabel had no idea what she was going through. She stretched her body very naturally, and her beautiful curves made Droste's nose slightly warm.

"Yeah, it's more comfortable to be alone. It's really troublesome to put on clothes."

The Elf Lady moaned again, and her seductive voice put Droste in a trance.

Droste clenched his fists, the joints of which were distinct and as hard as a piece of stone, and looked down.

The elf lady's plump thighs are like pudding, white, tender and surprisingly elastic.

The curves of her body also show the beauty and depth of an elf. Although she has a hot body, I don’t know how she maintains it.

Seen sideways as a peak on the side of the ridge, the height varies from far to far.

I heard that the mountains in the Elf Kingdom of Xumer all look like this, very spectacular.

cough cough.

Don’t, or you might start bleeding from your nose.

If the nosebleed leaves the body after becoming invisible, then you will no longer be invisible, then it will be over.

Droste reached out and pinched his nose, his eyes seeming to remember this moment.

Now that you have traveled to another world, you should be more relaxed.

Now that you've come, let's make peace with it.

Don’t blame me, these are all props given by the system!
As Droster thought of this, Mrs. Isabel blinked and closed the door gently.

In the last second, Droste thought of all the regrets in his previous life, but they were not as important as the present second.

"boom."

The door closed gently.

The corridor fell silent again. It was spring just now and the flowers were in bloom, but now it was late spring or early summer and everything became slightly chilly and damp.

Boy, times have changed.

Droste looked up at the gilded magic wall lamp on the wall of the corridor, and the faint yellow light shone on the corridor.

A faint halo also enveloped Droste, creating a saintly feeling in vain.

There was no fluctuation on his face, and his expression was neither hurried nor slow. Bathed in the orange light, his expression looked somewhat sacred and profound.

But Droste knew that he was already dirty.

cry.

After staying in the room for an hour, Droste walked out of the door. This time he learned his lesson and stomped his feet hard on the ground, trying to make some noise.

"Miss Isabel, are you in your room?"

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

Drost called out, knocking gently on the door.

"I'm coming."

The sound came from far away and the door opened.

With her delicate face and pure eyes, Mrs. Isabel's expression shocked Droste's body again.

"Mrs. Isabel, I'll give you this shirt. I just washed it, and it won't fit me anymore."

Droste's eyes revealed full sincerity, and he stretched out his hand and handed over the clothes in his hand.

"Miss Isabel, the luggage you brought with you is not very much, so you can wear it first.

Don’t refuse me, this is the landlord’s right.”

Droste raised his chin and assumed a slightly majestic posture.

"Oh, I see. Thank you very much, little shop owner."

Mrs. Isabel hesitated, then nodded.

"I don't really bring a lot of clothes. After all, I still have to take care of the store. Thank you in advance."

Mrs. Isabel chuckled.

"It's okay. Gu."

Droste answered with a smile, and suddenly, his stomach rumbled.

"This..." Droste's expression was a little embarrassed. "Hmm? Are you hungry, little shop owner? That's great. I'll make you a unique stew of our elves."

Mrs. Isabel covered her mouth lightly and smiled charmingly.

"Then I'm looking forward to it!"

Droste rubbed his ears, nodded, and answered with a smile.

After putting the clothes in the room, Mrs. Isabel turned and went downstairs.

As she walked, Isabel recalled the shop owner's concern in her mind.

She came to Monk City completely alone and no one cared about how she was doing.

Even the embarrassment of not having brought many clothes was noticed by the shop owner.

I haven't seen such thoughtful care for a long time.

The elves' territories are too scattered, and everyone lives in their own tree houses.

She usually just stayed at home, and because her husband had passed away, she hadn't felt cared for in a long time.

The shop owner is really...
Mrs. Isabel was wearing a dark red apron in the kitchen. Her fair and translucent skin was more obvious against the dark background. She was holding a knife with her white fingers and cutting a piece of tuber vegetable from another world.

Looks like a potato.

As Droste was thinking this, a call came from the kitchen.

"Shopkeeper, do you prefer sweet and sour taste or normal taste?"

"I'm fine with it, ma'am, you can do whatever you want."

Whatever, whatever the dish is?

Isabel pouted, shook her head, and cut two more red fruits into the pot.

As the last dish was served on the table, Droste couldn't help but feel hungry.

There were three dishes in total, two vegetables and one soup.

The red fruit has a sweet and sour taste and is particularly appetizing.

The other dish is steamed tuber vegetables into a puree, which tastes like a lighter version of mashed potatoes, with a rich and sweet flavor.

There is also a vegetable soup with fresh green vegetables floating in it.

"Try it now." Isabel wiped her hands with a piece of paper and pointed at the stew. "This is a unique stew of our elves. We also added some special spices that only the elves have. The taste is very unique."

"Wow, thank you Miss Isabel, I'll try it right away."

"It's delicious! Miss Isabel, you are such a great cook!"

"It's OK as long as you like it"

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, and in the blue sky, a few white clouds were floating lazily, as light as cotton candy.

The tall buildings in the distance are clearly visible, and their outlines appear particularly soft under the sunlight.

The air is filled with the faint fragrance of grass and flowers, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the leaves sway gently, making a rustling sound, as if whispering.

There is also a warm and soft atmosphere in the room.

Droste ate with relish at the dining table and exclaimed that the food was delicious.

Isabel had finished eating. She held the chopsticks in her hand and watched Droste eat happily, smiling happily from time to time.

As a chef or pastry chef, it is a very happy thing if your food is liked by others.

"Hmm. So delicious. Miss Isabel, are you planning to go to the dessert shop this afternoon?" Droste asked, wiping the food from the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I'm going to go take a look. The construction workers should be here this afternoon, and I'm going to meet with them."

Isabel smoothed her light golden hair across her forehead, looking somewhat gentle.

"And you, little shop owner, have almost finished the decoration. It will only take a day or two for my dessert shop to be open for business as usual."

"Okay, do you need me to go?"

"No, that's not necessary. You can just rest here. Besides, it seems like you are not going to the Aletes Royal School?
As far as I know, school should start in the next two days." Isabel blinked her peach blossom eyes after she finished speaking, and her charming expression was touching.

"I didn't expect the shop owner to be so young and still in school. It's really unexpected."

"Hey, okay." Droste scratched his head.

My wife is also very young, with fair and tender skin, not dark at all!
　Catch-up reading is important, especially on Mondays and Tuesdays, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)