The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 612: If this is the kind of food that makes you happy, we will keep it for winter
The room was still warm from the fire and from everyone’s nervous breathing.
Isabella had Cyrus help lift the clay pot again. This time they tipped it carefully and let the soft, golden round cake slide out on a flat, cleaned stone. It wobbled a little as it landed, like it was shy about being seen by so many people.
Steam curled up in white wisps. The fragrance grew even stronger.
Ophelia almost drooled on the spot.
"So soft..." she whispered, hugging her own cheeks. "Isabella, it looks like a big fluffy stone. I want to bite it."
Shelia coughed lightly beside her, but her eyes were just as glued to the cake.
Kian leaned closer without thinking. For a king who normally did not care about food as long as it was edible, this was rare.
His gaze stayed fixed on the golden surface. Some part of him did not understand how a simple mixture of grain and eggs could turn into something that looked like this, but another part of him already believed that anything Isabella created would be special.
Cyrus stared quietly, his pink eyes round.
In his previous life with his master, cake did not exist.
Sweet things were rare, and if there was honey, it went to his master, not him. Now this soft, warm thing was made in front of him by the person he loved most. His chest felt strangely full.
Osiris rested his chin on his hand. The sweet smell drifted into his nose. His phoenix blood liked clean, bright flavors, yet this heavy sweetness did not feel dirty at all. It felt like sunlight trapped inside warm stones.
Even though he did not remember much about his past, just being by the side of the female he admired was more than enough for him.
Zyran was the calmest on the surface.
He stood a little apart, arms folded, mouth curved in a lazy, almost bored smile. Only his eyes, a deep dark red, showed a flicker of something more complicated.
He had eaten cake before in the underworld. In palaces where gods and old spirits gathered, there were strange foods from many realms.
Of course, nobody here could know that. He had taken one bite back then and thought it was decent, soft and sweet, but nothing to remember.
He had eaten so many things in the underworld and spiritual realm that even Isabella would not be able to identify some of them.
But now, just from the smell of this cake, his throat felt tight.
It was a simple thing in his past life. Here, it felt like Isabella had created a miracle with her own hands, in a cold winter village, with clumsy tools and stubborn effort. Somehow, that made it more precious than anything he had tasted among gods.
Isabella picked up the stone dagger she had used before and cut the cake with care. The inside was pale and soft, dotted with pieces of fruit. When she pressed the edge of the dagger down, the cake bounced back slowly.
"Looks good," she said, trying not to sound too pleased with herself. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Bubu screamed in her mind.
[Host, this has passed the soft bounce test. I repeat, passed. Congratulations, you have officially unlocked Stone Age Dessert Category.]
Isabella almost smiled out loud. With the way Bubu sounded, it was like she was about to snatch the cake from Isabella and devour it.
Was she even really a system?
So silly. Isabella chuckled lightly shaking her head.
She cut several slices and placed them on small flat stones she had prepared earlier. Each piece was about the size of a beastman’s palm. She handed the first one to Kian, the second to Cyrus, the third to Zyran, the fourth to Osiris, then shared with Ophelia and Shelia.
The males looked at the cake in their hands for a brief second.
Then they took a bite almost at the same time.
The room went quiet. Isabella bit her lower lip anxiously. Even though she knew the cake would be good, she could not help but what to know what the males also thought about it.
Besides this is one of the (rare) times she ever got something perfect in the kitchen.
The cake was still a little hot. It melted softly on their tongues. The honey sweetness spread out, mixed with the warm taste of grain and milk. The dried fruit bits gave small bursts of flavor. The light spice wrapped around everything like a hug.
Cyrus’s eyes widened.
His fingers tightened slightly around the stone.
He had eaten meat roasted in many ways. He had eaten roots and fruits and bitter herbs in the long days of running and hiding. He had never eaten anything that felt like this. It was like biting into soft clouds that tasted of home.
He swallowed with effort.
"It is..." he started, then stopped, searching for the right word.
Isabella watched him closely.
She wanted to know if it was really good, or if they were only eating it because they loved her.
Cyrus’s gaze met hers.
"It is very good," he said quietly. "It tastes like... warmth."
Isabella’s heart softened all over again.
What kind of snake used the word warmth to describe cake?
Kian chewed slowly.
As a lion, he cared more about meat and strength. Grain was only something to fill the stomach when there was no prey. Yet now even his sharp, picky tongue could not deny that this strange soft thing was delicious.
He looked at the slice in his hand, then at Isabella.
"You made this," he said.
Isabella rolled her eyes.
"Who else," she answered.
Kian did not notice her annoyed tone at his stupid question. He only nodded seriously.
"Then we will store more of this grain for you," he decided. "If this is the kind of food that makes you happy, we will keep it for winter."
Isabella, "..."
He really thought like a king. One bite and he was already thinking of supplies.
