Animeverse Kitchen: My Culinary Journey Begins with Glowing Food! Chapter 90: My Name is Lucoa. It's a Pleasure to Meet You!

"Please, have a seat," Ryohei said, gesturing to the sofa.

"Okay," Lucoa replied, but her eyes had landed on the Crè Caral in front of the magic circle. She suddenly bent down to pick it up.

And so, the black tank top she was wearing stretched taut, its neckline dipping to reveal a landscape of pale, delicate skin and an astonishingly deep cleavage, delivering a powerful visual shock to Ryohei. Her arm extended downwards, her fingertips lightly touching the glass rakin, and she picked it up with a natural grace. Her long, blonde-highlighted hair cascaded over her shoulder, swaying with her movent.

A few seconds later, Lucoa straightened up, holding the Crè Caral. "This was the offering, right?" she asked with a cheerful smile. "Can I eat it?"

"Of course," Ryohei replied, having politely averted his gaze. He looked back at her now. "I'll go make so tea." He then headed for the kitchen.

Truly… astonishing.

"You really are a succubus, aren't you?" Yurine said, her eyes narrowed with suspicion and a hint of jealousy ( ≖_≖). She stared intently at Lucoa, as if trying to find a flaw in her expression.

"Eh? I'm not!" Lucoa said, quickly waving her hands, once again mistaken. She pointed a delicate finger at herself and said seriously, "I used to be a god."

"And now?" Yurine shot back without thinking.

"Now I'm a forr god," Lucoa replied with a clever smile, giving her a thumbs-up.

Yurine felt her fist clench. A black, intimidating aura began to emanate from her body, the pressure in the room dropping as if she were about to explode.

"Did I do sothing to upset you?" Lucoa asked, tilting her head in genuine confusion. She lifted the lid of her left eye, revealing a beautiful, unique iris—golden on the inside, blue on the outside.

"You just seduced her boyfriend, so of course she's upset," Jashin-chan chid in with a wicked grin, pointing a finger at Yurine. "Yurine is very petty. You're finished, forr god!"

"I believe I told you not to point your finger at ," Yurine said, her face darkening. What did she just say?! Who is she calling petty?! She grabbed Jashin-chan's offending finger and, without a shred of rcy, bent it backwards.

"CRACK!"

The crisp sound echoed through the air, followed by Jashin-chan's heart-rending scream. "Ah—! It's broken, it's broken!" She instinctively pulled her hand back, hopping up and down as she cradled her throbbing finger, tears welling in her eyes.

At the sa ti, Lucoa just said, "Eh?" and looked between Yurine and Jashin-chan with a look of pure, innocent confusion. "But I didn't do anything like that, did I?" she said, as if completely unaware that her actions might have been inappropriate.

Is she a natural airhead? A stupid forr god? Yurine wondered. Is she faking it? She sighed and put a hand to her forehead. "In any case, please don't take anything Jashin-chan says seriously. She's slandering ."

"Hai!" Lucoa replied with a cheerful smile and sat down on the sofa.

She curiously opened the glass container in her hands. A rich,醇香of deep coffee, mingled with the alluring sweetness of caral, wafted out. "It slls so good!" she thought, and couldn't help but take a deep, appreciative breath. Her curiosity was now completely overshadowed by her anticipation. Her mouth began to water, and she eagerly picked up the small spoon and scooped into the dessert. The spoon slid through the surface, the dark amber caral sauce flowing slowly down to rge with the delicate custard, creating an enticing pattern.

With great expectation, Lucoa brought the spoonful to her lips.

In the next mont, her perpetually half-closed eyes snapped wide open, revealing her unique, heterochromatic irises—the left, golden-blue, and the right, a clear teal. Her left eye alone was beautiful and special, but seeing both together was absolutely magnificent.

Yurine was a little surprised. Her gaze then fell back to the Crè Caral in Lucoa's hands, and she subconsciously licked her lips. I can't take it! Yurine loved pudding-like desserts more than anything. Seeing soone else eat one was pure torture. She turned to Minos, who was now standing by the large, double-door refrigerator.

"Minos, can you bring a crè caral?"

"M- too!" Jashin-chan cried out, her eyes still watery with pain.

"Okay," Minos replied cheerfully. She opened the fridge, took out three desserts, and then, after a mont's thought, grabbed one for Ryohei as well.

By now, Lucoa was completely imrsed in the deliciousness of the dessert. Her eyes had closed again, her face a mask of satisfaction and enjoynt.

"So delicious," she murmured. "The mont it enters your mouth, the rich coffee flavor blooms first, deep and unique, with a hint of bitterness. The silky-smooth texture just lts on your tongue. Then, the sweetness of the caral erges, intertwining with the coffee. The bitter and the sweet collide, creating a perfect balance. And it leaves a wonderful aftertaste that lingers…" (* ＞ω＜)

"A cup of black tea would go perfectly with that," Ryohei said, returning to the living room with a tray. He began to pass out cups of tea to everyone.

"Arigatou!" Lucoa said, looking at the cup of tea, which was also faintly glowing. She now understood where the glowing dessert had co from. She lifted her left eyelid again and looked at Ryohei with surprise. He, in turn, was seeing her unique eyes for the first ti and was montarily stunned by how beautiful they were.

"You know, it's quite a coincidence," Lucoa said, elegantly taking a sip of her tea. It was as if she had been transported to a quaint, antique room. Lazy sunlight filtered through a thin curtain, casting soft, warm light on a small wooden table. On the table sat a cup of tea and a crè caral. The amber tea glowed golden in the light, steam rising from it, its light fragrance mingling with the scent of coffee and caral. Outside the window, roses were in bloom, and a gentle jazz lody played from an old record player. A spoonful of dessert, a sip of tea… ti seed to stand still, leaving only a feeling of warmth and tranquility.

"..."

Lucoa opened her eyes, a hint of surprise on her face, which quickly lted back into her usual cheerful smile. "Whenever I visit my friend," she said to Ryohei, "she always treats to a cup of coffee. She makes it very well. To think that I would be summoned this ti by a coffee-flavored dessert. Perhaps it's fate."

"My na is Lucoa," the blonde-haired woman, whose true na was Quetzalcoatl, the forr Feathered Serpent God of Mayan mythology, said as she extended a pale, slender hand to the human who had summoned her. "It's a pleasure to et you."

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