"The Azure Crane Pavilion does not break, Martial Uncle," Fairy Xue declared fiercely. She turned to her juniors. "Ming'er! Qing'er! On your feet! We do not waste the Chef's time!"
The two junior maidens, inspired by their senior sister's sudden, terrifying motivation, hastily shoved the last of their pancakes into their mouths and scrambled to their feet, bowing deeply.
"Excellent," Ji'an clapped her hands together, the sound sharp like a starting pistol.
She waved her hand, banishing the dining table back into her spatial ring.
In its place, Ji'an summoned three massive, hollowed-out, heavily reinforced petrified-wood stumps that looked like colossal mortars. Inside each mortar was a glowing, incredibly sticky, fifty-pound mound of raw, unrefined Abyssal Spirit-Rice Dough.
Next to the mortars, she dropped three heavy wooden mallets, each possessing a head the size of a watermelon.
