Fantasia of the Sky

Chapter 1601 The Fantasy Returning at Noon 2
Well, in order to avoid unnecessary injuries to myself and Phil, let’s use magic to assist—Huanmeng has deployed a viscous magic wall around her that can weaken the impact. If Phil rushes over after opening the door... Mmm!

Huanmeng thought so, and pushed open the door of the room.

There was no scene where Phil swooped in as he had imagined.

The first thing Huanmeng saw was Hanjiang and Night Breeze sitting in front of the table—the two were concentrating on reading the research reports; Huanmeng pushed the door in and startled them, the two raised their heads and smiled at Huanmeng—this The smile seemed quite reassuring.Afterwards, the two of them looked towards the bathroom together, signaling Huanmeng to look over there.

Some noises came from the bathroom, and a few wisps of black smoke drifted out—but Huanmeng didn't smell anything burnt.On the contrary, Huanmeng can smell the aroma - no doubt, it is the aroma of delicious food.

Huanmeng walked into the room and looked towards the bathroom: Phil was concentrating on cooking dishes inside.The tools she used can no longer be described as crude: the strangely shaped metal block with obvious depressions can barely be called a "pot"; plate"?Huanmeng could roughly guess the origin of these kitchen utensils - it should be the product of Hanjiang and Night Breeze when they were practicing metal magic.The supply of flames is relatively normal—it’s a flame burning out of thin air, and some black smoke is coming out because the mana cannot be supplied—Phil will also use the flame wind to adjust the flame.Since there is no tableware in this room, and kitchen utensils are hard to find, Phil can only make do with these things.

What she is making looks quite appetizing - it is fried razor clams with scallion oil; this kind of shellfish has been eaten before, and it tastes delicious and smooth. I mentioned it during the meal, it seems Phil remembers it pretty well!

This big "pot" was obviously much heavier than usual - but it didn't bother Phil.She easily poured the dishes into the side plate - there was more than one dish, as well as crabs and fish... Phil seemed to have been doing it for a while.

"Ah, Huanmeng, you are back!" Phil smiled happily, like the warm sun in spring: "How about a taste of my handicraft!"

……Eh?Didn't you suddenly rush over and hug something like you didn't imagine?Emotions don't seem very excited?What is certain is that she is in a really good mood.

Well, she probably didn't regard what happened before as a dream, did she?She calmed down in one morning?
Huanmeng walked to Phil's side, and used chopsticks—of course, the chopsticks were just two washed and straightened twigs, which seemed to be the product of wood magic—to pick up a piece of razor clam meat.

"Well, it's really delicious!" Huanmeng nodded while chewing - the aroma of scallion oil perfectly combined with the umami taste of razor clams, combined with the fresh and tender taste just out of the pan, it is even more delicious than those chef's creations!
"Hey hey, it's great that Huanmeng likes to eat~ I haven't finished it yet, there are other things!" Phil smiled and picked up the washed ingredients on the side - the source of the water has nothing to do with magic, it's the sink Over there: "The next dish is steamed prawns!"

It's really rich... Speaking of which, what happened to Phil this morning?
It's not good to ask her directly... How about asking Han Jiang and Night Breeze?
(End of this chapter)