Chapter 33: The Cute Zorath

"That's better," she muttered to herself, her gaze flicking to the bubbling pot.

She grabbed a small bowl and added a handful of ground peppercorns—lots of pepper. It was essential, especially if she wanted the heat to cut through the richness of the broth.

With a steady hand, she measured out just the right amount of chili, watching the tiny red flakes fall into the mix. Her fingers tingled with the spice, but she didn't flinch. This soup was going to be perfect.

Once the pepper was added, she reached for the stock she'd made earlier, rich and hearty, and poured it over the meat, watching it sizzle as it hit the hot surface.

The liquid swirled around the chunks, absorbing the flavors of the garlic, the ginger, and the fresh herbs.

Her movements were fluid now, as if the dish had taken on a life of its own. She stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, the surface rippling with each motion.