Chapter 106

"Burp—" An hour later, Dumbledore was sprawled across his chair looking completely satisfied and devoid of any dignity, though he didn't care about his image in the least. Not only him, but even Ye Feng had completely abandoned all pretense of decorum by this point. After all, the dishes spread across the table were simply too fragrant and too delicious; any sense of propriety they might have had had vanished earlier during the scramble for the food. Ye Feng hadn't expected that while the House-elves looked somewhat adorably bizarre, their culinary skills were actually this extraordinary. He had simply described how to process the ingredients, how to cook them, and the general desired outcome, and they had genuinely brought the dishes to life. What was more, the taste was surprisingly magnificent, to the point where he had eaten far past full.