Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Mag took a seat at the table. The braised chicken and rice looked look enough to him.

  Amy ran over to the table and seated herself opposite Mag. “Are these little moons, Father? They are so beautiful!” she said, eyes glinting with surprise.

  “How did they get into the rice grains?” Yabemiya had never seen such strange rice before.

  Sally blinked in disbelief.

  Mag smiled. “It’s called moonlight rice.” He beckoned Yabemiya and Sally to sit down. His stomach was already rumbling.

  Their eyes immediately got glued to the bowls before them once they took their seats.

  Each earthenware bowl was almost full, with brown chicken, green peppers, black shiitakes, yellow potatoes, and green celtuces. The soup was thick; the aromas were tickling their noses, making their mouths water.

  “Meow, meow!” the kitten cried, reaching out a paw, trying to get their attention.

  Yet they were too absorbed in the food to notice it. They picked up the chopsticks.

  Sally was a little hesitant as she stared at the chicken, partly because she wanted to keep a slender figure, and partly because too much meat would weaken the power of her life magic, which came from the respect towards life.

  Amy took a bite of chicken, chewed a few times, and swallowed. “It’s really good!” she said, wide-eyed.

  Yabemiya picked up a piece of chicken and brought it into her mouth. Her taste buds got stimulated when her tongue touched the soup. She thought she tasted sugar. When she bit into the meat, it was very tender and flavorful.

  Sally took a bite of a shiitake, and her eyes lit up.

  Elves loved mushrooms, which grew on the ground and on trees. They always came out after some rain had fallen—a gift from nature.

  Some mushrooms didn’t need any seasonings; they tasted good enough after being cooked in some water, especially the ones in the Wind Forest.

  However, even the mushrooms in the Wind Forest were not nearly as delicious as these.

  The chicken soup didn’t hide their taste; instead, it had made them even tastier.

  Sally wondered.

  Amy spooned some rice into her mouth. “The moonlight rice is very good too. It’s a little sweet……”


  Mag smiled. “You can have some more if you want. Add some soup into the rice; you’ll like it.” Watching them enjoy the food he had made, he felt very happy.

  Mag spooned some soup into his rice. The little moons were still clear enough; they looked as if they were shining in the lamplight.

  Mag took a bite and chewed a few times. His eyes brightened. The soup had softened the rice a little, and brought its taste to another level.

  Mag chewed slowly, savoring every mouthful. ……

  Two carriages pulled over in front of Mag’s restaurant. Goodenia and Devoe jumped off the first one; a young magic caster in a black robe and a young knight in silver armor with a sword came out of the other.

  Devoe thought, narrowing his eyes.