Chapter 113 The Tireless Brunhild

Maeve Vance sat at the dining table.

On the deep walnut-colored tabletop were two Deepberry jam and birch syrup tarts, a bowl of savory broth with shredded meat and ginger substitutes, and two sausages gifted by the Wheat House yesterday.

The cooking alchemical spirit had boiled them, sliced them open, arranged them on a plate with seasoning, and added two leaves for decoration.

Her quality of lif