Everyone had gone out, and only Camilla and Connie were left in the restaurant.
The two of them sat facing each other, separated by a bubbling soup pot in the center. They were staring at each other, but nobody was taking the first step.
Camilla took the initiative and asked, "Do you know how to cook?"
Connie shook her head. "We have our food raw sometimes."
"I usually only drink fresh blood too." Camilla frowned slightly.
The two of them sighed at the same time as they stared at the trolley full of all kinds of ingredients.
Then, both of them turned to look out of the glass panes at the rest of the staff, who were sitting in a circle and making their own dipping sauces under Mag's instructions, enviously.
"I think it shouldn't be that hard. Why don't we read up on this manual first?" Connie retrieved her gaze, and passed a copy of the hot pot manual to Camilla before taking one up and read it intently.
