LEGENDS OF ELDORIA

CHAPTER 15

In the Class A dorm, the kitchen was a flurry of activity. The smell of various ingredients—spices, vegetables, and meats—filled the air as the students embarked on their ambitious cooking project: a gigantic feast that would put any banquet to shame. The room was chaotic, with pots clanging, vegetables being chopped, and the occasional yelp as someone accidentally touched something too hot.

Zariel, at the center of the commotion, was vigorously stirring a massive pot of stew. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was completely immersed in his task. "This stew better turn out amazing or I'm never cooking again!" he called out, his voice tinged with both determination and exasperation.

Elara, who was next to him, was meticulously chopping vegetables. "Zariel, don't worry. Just focus on not burning the stew. We don't need another disaster like last time," she teased, though her eyes were focused and serious.

Kai, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, watched the scene unfold with his usual stoic expression. "You know, I'm starting to think the kitchen is a battleground," he muttered, barely audible.

Darian was busy slicing meat with an impressive precision, his knife moving rhythmically. "Kai, you should get involved. Are you just going to stand there looking broody?"

Azim, who was in charge of the spices, was dancing around the kitchen, humming a tune while tossing various spices into a bowl. "I'm making sure this dish is seasoned to perfection. Just imagine the flavor explosion!"

Orin and Vikram, working together to prepare a mountain of potatoes, were having a friendly argument about the best way to peel them.

Orin grinned. "You're peeling those way too thick! It's all about the thin layers, Vikram!"

Vikram shot him a mock glare. "Yeah, well, I like my potatoes with some substance."

Meanwhile, Alya was trying to wrangle Eira, who had somehow managed to get flour everywhere. Eira was trying to make a dough for bread but had made a huge mess instead.

Alya was wiping flour off her face. "Eira, maybe less flour next time? You look like a walking snowstorm!"

Eira laughed, brushing flour off her apron. "I'm just adding a little extra magic to the bread!"

In a corner, Caspian was trying to get a fire going in a small stove with a lot of enthusiasm. "Come on, fire, work with me here! I swear I have more luck with this thing when I'm not under pressure."

Seraphina, who was supposed to help with the vegetables, was instead watching Caspian with amusement. "Need a hand with that, Caspian? Or should we just call it a night and order pizza?"

Selene and Farah were arguing about the best way to cook the fish they were preparing.

Selene was adamant. "Pan-searing is definitely the way to go! The crispy skin is unbeatable."

Farah shook her head. "No way. Baking is where it's at. Less mess and just as delicious."

Tariq and Lysandra were meticulously arranging the table and setting up for the feast.

Tariq was adjusting the tablecloth for the umpteenth time. "It has to be perfect. Presentation is key!"

Lysandra rolled her eyes, trying to hold back laughter. "You're making the table look like a royal banquet. Chill out."