Adopting A Stray Cat Chapter 821: Stewed Meat in Iron Pot

Chapter 821: Chapter 821: Stewed at in Iron Pot

Huo Huan raised his chin, clasped his hands behind his back, cleared his throat, paced in front of twelve large iron pots, and announced loudly, "You have been learning magic skills for three days, today let’s relax. Today, I am not teaching magic skills, but how to stew at in iron pots."

"Ah?" Huo Huan’s explanation left the nine students even more puzzled.

They were all prodigies from various families, coming to Heavenly Magic God’s Castle specifically to enhance their magic levels, and Teacher Huohuan was now asking them to learn how to stew at in iron pots. Wasn’t this ridiculous?

"Listen carefully!" Huo Huan reprimanded, continuing, "Stewing at is very particular. You must add enough water at once and cannot add more midway, or it will affect the texture of the at; the fire must use Magic Fire and from the mont the fire starts until the at is stewed, there must be no pausing. If there is even a one-second pause, the at inside will never beco tender again."

Xiao ng curiously raised her hand and asked, "Excuse , Teacher Huohuan, what kind of at is it?"

Huo Huan clapped his hands and pointed at Xiao ng, "Good question, and that’s exactly what I was about to address. This at is from a Fla Kite that I specifically captured from Blaze God Mountain. Not only is its flavor extrely delicious, but it also enhances the effects of Fire Attribute Magic. The only downside is that their at is very tough and hard to make tender.

Children, the ti to test you has co. Qin Sisi, Ya Ling, Xiao ng, each of you must stew two pots; the rest of you, one pot each. Get ready to start. You must rember, you absolutely cannot stop the fire midway, or else a whole pot of at will be ruined, ruining the Fla Kites I painstakingly captured, hmph..."

Teacher Huohuan did not explicitly state the consequences of ruining the at, but those two "hmphs" made everyone break out in a cold sweat.

Not knowing was the most terrifying thing. The only path forward was to dutifully use Fire Magic to stew the at.

Ya Ling asked with so concern, "Teacher Huohuan, about how long will it take to make the at tender?"

Huo Huan tilted his head and thought for a mont, then said, "Considering your level as magic instructors, five hours should be enough."

All nine students nearly spat blood. After releasing a magic skill, there was usually a pause to catch one’s breath. But sustaining magic flas continuously for five hours was an enormous test of stamina.

All nine stood rooted to the spot, their minds restless and daring not to step forward.

Huo Huan narrowed his eyes unhappily, his voice carrying a tone of severity, "If you can’t even handle this little task, you don’t deserve to stay at Heaven Academy, pack up your belongings and go back ho to be your fancy lords and ladies."

Everyone’s heart trembled, and they slowly moved to the front of the large pots, yet started looking around hesitantly, none daring to be the first to start the fire.

Here, there were no people from the Jiu Xi Royal Family, none whose intrinsic attributes were Fire Attribute; everyone had about the sa strength, and the first person to start the fire could likely also be the first one whose fire goes out, and would also have to be the first to bear Teacher Huohuan’s punishnt.

Qin Sisi gritted her teeth, took the lead in opening her palm, ignited the Magic Fire in the center of her palm, and then placed her hand under the large iron pot to begin stewing the at.

Huo Huan looked at Qin Sisi with a aningful glance and nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing soone take the lead, the others hesitated no longer and one after another ignited Magic Fire in their palms and positioned them under the large iron pots.

The technique was simple, but the difficulty was enduring.

Only an hour had passed, and everyone’s forehead was already beaded with sweat.

In the sweltering weather, tending to the flas and exerting magical force was indeed both physically taxing and torturous.

Water in the nine large iron pots slowly started boiling, bubbling, and steaming.

Huo Huan paced back and forth on the other side of the large iron pot, walking leisurely from one end to the other. Despite the leisurely appearance, he ticulously observed every movent, facial expression, and state of each person.

Qing Pu shot him an annoyed glance as he turned around, and Ya Ling rolled her eyes, clearly the eldest son of the Zhulu family and the second daughter of the Qingming family were not satisfied with his teaching thods.

Xiao ng bit her teeth hard, and An Yun’s breathing grew heavier, indicating they were starting to struggle.

Yun Cheng stole a glance at Xiao ng with a gentle gaze. This kid, at such a young age, was already experiencing love, really... so visionary.

That Qin Sisi, hmm, her gaze was calm, focused, and her flas steady. It seed she was not too bad, a moldable talent.

Huo Huan walked around with a relaxed deanor, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the nine students like watching a play.

Eventually, he grew weary of watching and simply lay down under the shade of a large tree for a nap, waking slowly after more than an hour.

Huo Huan dusted off his clothes, walked up to the large iron pots, and looked casually at each of the nine pots. His previous words were no joke—as a magic instructor, ordinary flas would take at least five hours to soften the at of the Fla Kite, so he was in no rush.

However, when his gaze fell on Qin Sisi’s iron pot, he couldn’t help but be shocked, suddenly leaping forward and shouting loudly, "Stop! No, Qin Sisi stop, everyone else keep going."

Everyone was startled by his shout, but thankfully he corrected himself in ti, otherwise several people were ready to retract their fire magic.

Qin Sisi was also startled, and upon eting Huo Huan’s anxious eyes, she was sure he was serious, quickly retracting her fire magic and extinguishing the fla, looking at Huo Huan with a puzzled face.

Huo Huan’s expression was also shocked and confused. With a flick of his wrist, a pair of chopsticks appeared in his hand.

He poked at the at in the iron pot with the chopsticks, and sure enough, it was as soft as he had suspected.

After being stewed soft, the at of the Fla Kite changes color, which is why Huo Huan had noticed this pot’s at was different.

He stared at Qin Sisi with an incredulous expression. How was this possible?

It was absolutely impossible for a magic instructor’s ordinary flas to stew the at of a Fla Kite soft in just over two hours, especially since Qin Sisi was just soone who had recently upgraded to magic instructor level from the outer world.

Could it be that she possessed Divine Fire?

That couldn’t be right either; Divine Fire would only need just over an hour.

Qin Sisi, feeling nervous under Huo Huan’s scrutiny, mustered the courage to ask, "Teacher Huohuan, is there any problem?"

Huo Huan snapped out of it, quickly shaking his head and saying, "No, no, your pot of at is ready, go stew the next one."

"Really? It’s okay now?" Qin Sisi also felt very strange. Wasn’t it supposed to take five hours? It was barely half of that ti now.

Qin Sisi’s puzzled expression deepened Huo Huan’s curiosity about the secret she might be hiding, so he casually remarked, "Perhaps you just have a particular talent for fire magic!"

This comnt imdiately drew several envious, jealous, and resentful gazes onto Qin Sisi.