Becoming a God by Raising a Witch

"Ah, do you want to have barbecue today? But we are very full for dinner."

Hannah pouted and realized that her brother Locke was becoming more and more greedy.

Although she will soon be able to work as a reporter again, Locke is not able to save money by eating like this every day. How can he marry a wife in the future?

"I didn't eat enough, I'm sorry, Hannah, and you will have income soon, so you won't be stingy with this late night snack, right?"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

Hannah suddenly felt guilty, suspecting that she had eaten too much and that her brother had not eaten enough.

So, she took the meat on bamboo sticks and walked out of the kitchen.

Suddenly, she looked back at Locke and reminded, "Don't discuss cooking with Xiao Ai anymore. If others hear it, they will think there is something wrong with your mind, my dear brother."

"Okay, I know."

Locke nodded and said perfunctorily.

Locke put onions, cloves, carrots, celery, bay leaves, green garlic, stems and other materials into the pot together with the selected beef offal and beef bones, poured in water, then turned the heat to maximum and watched. The gas meter kept ticking, and his brows jumped rhythmically.

Making soup stock takes not only time but also money.

The charcoal pot on the table is already covered with skewers.

Because Hannah had seen Locke bake once, her actions looked quite professional.

"Give it to me, Hannah."

Locke held out his hand.

Hannah handed the skewers to the chef at home, "Is the kitchen making soup? Do you need my help?"

"If necessary, go and see if the water in the pot is boiling. When it does, ask me to come in."

Hannah nodded, she could still do such a simple thing.

Rock begins the barbecue operation.

Erin was watching from the side, her black cat tail swaying from time to time.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the aroma of roasted beef offal filled the entire room.

Coated with Rock Honey sauce, the roasted beef offal has a golden color and a strong meaty aroma.

Hannah, who originally felt very full, was also aroused by the glutton in her stomach.

Erin couldn't wait to taste the first bite of grilled beef offal with bamboo skewers.

Locke handed the roasted beef offal to Irene.

Erin stuck out her tongue and licked the taste, her eyes shining.

"How about it?"

Locke asked.

"In general, it barely ranks 136th among the delicious food I have eaten."

The arrogant Erin dug out most of the bamboo sticks and offal with her cat's paw, leaving only a few scattered strings.

Locke took the remaining skewers to the kitchen and rewarded Hannah, who had been staring at the fire.

And lied that he had eaten the others.

After Hannah finished eating, she gave a thumbs up,

"It's more delicious than simple barbecue, and it's also very cheap. Locke, you are really a genius."

Locke was accustomed to his sister's praise. When he returned to the living room, he found that Miss Witch had finished all the bamboo skewers.

She touched her bulging belly, wagged her tail, and decided to wait until Locke's broth was ready, take a taste, and then decide whether to kill him or not.

Chapter 29: Hiding a big secret

【Ding! Feeding the witch was successful! 】

[Witch favorability +1]

[The current favorability of Witch Irene Mostia is 17/100]

Locke heard the clear beep of the system.

If Miss Witch's favorability can reach 100, is it 100% guaranteed that she will not kill anyone and silence her? Did you successfully help yourself?

right! This is definitely a way out!

But this meant that he had to take out all his belongings and ask Hannah for money to buy enough food and feed him 83 times overnight.

Even if Locke could explode his small universe and make 83 dishes in one night, Irene would not necessarily give him face and eat them all.

Although she is greedy, she is not really a foodie.

In addition, one meal can only be counted as feeding once.

hateful! Why can’t one peanut count as one! Or a sip of soup counts as one!

So this road obviously doesn't work.

If you can't get Miss Witch's favorability level up, you can only win with quality.

The skewers I just made have successfully bought me time. I will stay up late tonight to cook a pot of delicious soup stock that will make Miss Witch completely surrender!

Locke looked at the boiling water, lowered the heat to low, and concentrated on skimming the soup. These oils and impurities would affect the taste of the soup, and were the key to determining the quality of the soup. If you didn't pay attention, , it will lead to failure and poor quality soup.

This process can take as short as 4 to 6 hours and as long as 12 hours.

All Locke has to do is persist for 12 hours. Sleeping will lead to being invaded by dreams. He doesn't want to sleep in the first place.

Cooking soup stock is a great excuse not to sleep and take the opportunity to procrastinate.

On this night, you can also let Miss Witch realize how knowledgeable she is as a gourmet, and increase her favorable impression of herself.

Late at night, Hannah had fallen asleep, but Locke and Erin were still in the kitchen.

If Hannah hadn't eaten too much at night and needed to go to the bathroom, she probably wouldn't have discovered that Locke was vividly telling the black cat about his weird dishes, and there were many stories attached.

Although the cat acted very coldly throughout the whole process, the occasional "meow" seemed to be in response to Locke.

Hannah swallowed, nervously grabbed the hem of her nightgown, and leaned against the kitchen door to eavesdrop.

Poor Locke, is there really something wrong with his mind?

Or is it because you haven’t made any female friends for a long time, do you think you are pretty when you see a female cat?

Hannah was thinking wildly when she suddenly noticed that the kitchen had become quiet.

She raised her head and saw Locke's handsome face.

"Hannah, peeping is not a lady's way, and it's very late, you should go to bed."

Hannah's cheeks turned red, she stood up straight, put her hands on her hips, and a serious expression appeared on her pretty face.

"Locke, I must remind you that I am your sister, and you must maintain respect for me. I am not spying on you. Moreover, if you keep talking to cats, it will be difficult to make suitable friends of the opposite sex."

"Hannah, 80% of the girls in the entire Pate neighborhood have a crush on me. You really don't need to worry about this kind of thing."

Locke said confidently.

There was sweat on Hannah's forehead, although she admitted that her brother seemed to be growing up and becoming more and more handsome, especially recently, always exuding male charm all the time.

However, 80% of the girls in the entire neighborhood have a crush on him, which is even more ridiculous than the Sun newspaper recruiting himself to be the editor-in-chief.

The criteria for choosing a mate for most ladies in the Tumen Kingdom is not appearance. They are very pragmatic. If they cannot earn 5 copper meters per week, then they will decisively choose to give up and would rather be the mistress of a rich man than marry a poor man. Ghost, live a low-class life.

Hannah remembered that her colleague was the mistress of a certain middle class, and she once wanted to introduce Hannah to those middle class people, but unfortunately Hannah refused.

Seeing Hannah's suspicion, Locke was not angry. He was joking with Hannah and wanted to divert her attention from the black cat Miss Irene.

"Go and have a rest, I still have to keep an eye on this pot of soup."

Hannah heard the message of "Don't disturb me". She knew the character of her brother Locke. He was the kind of person who was very stubborn once he decided to do something.

Hannah stretched out her hand, trying to snatch the black cat away and bring it into the warm bed.

Unfortunately, the black cat was agile and avoided Hannah's hug with just one jump.

Hannah jumped away and patted her nightgown in embarrassment.

"Xiao Ai is such a greedy cat, staying up late at night."

Hannah snorted twice, turned around and left, returning to the room angrily.

I always feel that my brother and this black cat have secrets behind their backs.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Both Locke and Miss Witch are hiding big secrets.

"Are you really going to stay up all night?"

Erin asked, tilting her cat's head up.

Locke nodded, "Yes, this pot of soup needs me."

"Then I'll go to bed first."

Erin jumped on top of Locke's head, found a comfortable position, and yawned.

Of course, she didn't really fall asleep, but was observing Locke. If he fell asleep before the soup was successfully brewed, then Irene would have to choose in advance whether to kill someone or not.

At this time, inside the Sixth Magistrate Court, No. 34 Wells Road, East District.

With blue hair and extremely delicate facial features, she was wearing a long purple Sheriff's windbreaker uniform. The petite Lolita Angela was sitting on the leather sofa with a serious expression. She held a silver pocket watch in her left hand and silently recited a spell.

There were countless colorful butterflies on her wavy blue curly hair, forming natural decorations. Her hair flowed along the chair and fell to the ground.

After a moment, she opened her eyes,

"Failed again."

"The C13 Dream Heart can easily enter anyone's dream, even if it's an entire continent away. How could it fail five times in a row?"

Di Mo, a middle-aged man with blond hair, blue eyes, deep facial features, a face covered with stubble, and slightly red cheeks, said in disbelief with a wine bottle in his hand.

The loli girl Angela was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said, "Maybe there is something wrong with the way I use it, Dimo, please give it a try."

"The common frequency value of you and C13 reached 8.9, but both failed. I definitely can't do it either. My common frequency value is only 3. Otherwise, you can try again."

Di Mo took a sip of wine and said seriously.

Angela nodded slightly and decided to try again.

This time, she still failed.

"He actually resisted C13's dream invasion again. He has a strong person behind him."

Angela said firmly.

"Angela, do you think it's possible that he wasn't sleeping at all?"

Di Mo asked tentatively.

Angela frowned and said, "It's 4 o'clock in the morning, why don't you go to bed?"

"Didn't we also not sleep? The factory workers who worked the night shift didn't sleep either. There are many night owls in Kosolk."

Di Mo drank the wine in the bottle and placed the empty bottle on the wood-colored desk.

"If there was a strong person behind him, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed when he was attacked by insects before."

Di Mo analyzed.

Angela stepped on a cockroach that wanted to get close to her and said expressionlessly,

"In this case, let's just spend time with him. I don't believe he can go without sleep for several days."

Chapter 30, Let’s swap bodies

At 8 o'clock in the morning, a pot of milk-white soup that determined Locke's life and death was finally boiled successfully.

Locke filled a bowl and placed it in front of the witch Irene.

Erin's sense of smell is very sensitive, and the rich fragrance makes the cat want to crawl out.