On the sturdy ironwood dining table, a large bowl of stew the size of a washbasin sat, steaming with an enticing aroma.
It wasn't just because it hadn't cooled yet; underneath the large bowl of stew, there was a smokeless charcoal fire. Tiny flames licked the black bottom of the pot, keeping the stew piping hot.
"Wow~ it smells so good!" Laisa's nose twitched slightly, revealing an expression of irresistible craving, "There must be carrots, onions, herbs, hmm... and maybe beer, no wonder it smells so good?"
"Huh? Raine, is your girlfriend a chef?"
Humbert initially beamed with satisfaction at Laisa's praise, but when he heard Laisa nearly list all the ingredients like a treasure trove, he couldn't help but become curious.
Hearing the word 'girlfriend', Laisa's cheeks immediately turned red, and her little mouth stammered twice wanting to refute, but for some reason, she unexpectedly lowered her head, as if by a stroke of fate.
