*Slice*
*Slice*
*Slice*
Sweat dripped from Jake's face as he chopped the spices with precision, ensuring each piece was uniform, while Zagrath watched him intently. He had never felt this kind of pressure before. Who would have thought vampires had such strange cooking techniques? He couldn't afford to mess up and lose face in front of Zagrath.
Meanwhile, Jill carefully stirred the spices over the fire, making sure the heat wasn't too high and the spices didn't burn. Zagrath then told her to add some blood—fresh from a farm animal. As it poured into the sizzling pan, it mixed with the oil, and with constant stirring, the spices turned a deep red.
Sweat rolled down Jill's face as she worked, while Jake kept chopping spices relentlessly, as if preparing a feast for a crowd.
'Damn you, Zagrath, you sneaky woman,' Jill thought, clenching her teeth in silent frustration.
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