The clamor of the banquet outside was irrelevant to Dorothy at the moment, as she was busy in the kitchen.
Well, since the Witch's Home was officially operatiing for its first big client, and to earn esteem for her step-mother, the homebody witch decided to offer a banquet service.
At this time, in the kitchen of the Dracula Family Manor, the blood slaves and Blood Citizen Witches who originally served as chefs were staring wide-eyed at the pots, bowls, and pans moving on their own.
It was as if a wise General was commanding his troops, or an outstanding conductor guiding a symphony orchestra in a grand performance.
In this kitchen, the atmosphere was similar, with spatulas waving, iron pots flying, flames licking the bottoms of the pots, and high temperatures heating the ingredients. Everything was so orderly and synchronized, with a sort of militarized, group-oriented solemn beauty.
