Miss Oak Pail, her cheeks slightly flushed, listened once more.
Even though she had already memorized it completely, she didn't refuse her Lord's thoughtful offer to explain again. Watching the Lord drink beer to soothe his dry throat, she silently apologized but also felt a sense of joy. 'After all, it's the Lord who is patiently teaching me.'
Actually, Oak Pail had considered a similar method before. Gazing at the ice blocks in the cool ice cellar, the idea of creating a dish with ice had already crossed her mind.
"Do you understand now?" Leech asked again.
Oak Pail immediately replied, "Yes, my Lord."
"I'm looking forward to your success," Leech said.
Miss Oak Pail returned to the kitchen. She strictly followed Leech's instructions. The process wasn't complicated, and after a short while, Oak Pail emerged from the ice cellar, carrying a small, chilly wooden bucket wrapped in cloth.
'It was freezing in there!'
