Chapter 143: Kitchen Hot gists
Meanwhile,
The air in the castle kitchen was thick with heat. The giant hearth crackled and hissed, flames licking the pots that bubbled with stews and meats, filling the space with the smell of roasted herbs and sizzling fat.
The air was dense, weighed down by the heavy scent of bread baking and the sweat of hard work.
The kitchen staff scurried around, their movements quick and purposeful as they worked to prepare the evening meal.
Clattering of knives, the scrape of wooden spoons against pots, and the sharp snap of the oven doors punctuated the otherwise bustling atmosphere.
Outside, the sky had darkened ominously, a rolling thunder echoing across the land.
The air had taken on a damp chill, and a distant rumble reverberated through the stone walls of the castle, stirring unease in everyone who felt it.
As the storm grew nearer, the temperature inside the kitchen seemed to rise even further, thickening the atmosphere as if the castle itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the coming battle.
In the midst of the heat and noise, the chatter of the kitchen staff blended with the rumble of the storm.