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Chapter 104 - 20 Kulivara Cake

Chapter 104: Chapter 20 Kulivara Cake

Angela ultimately couldn’t resist her curiosity and also reached out to tear open a pack of Snow Cakes.

With one bite, there was a crisp snap between her teeth!

Angela didn’t speak, instead, she kept eating, her gaze serious, like a warrior about to go into battle.

She was now diligently searching for a flaw in the little round cakes, so she could continue to mock Ireya and regain some ground.

Unfortunately, after finishing the first Snow Cake, she couldn’t come up with anything, so she picked up a second one.

Hmm, it seemed she needed some more inspiration. Angela put the second Snow Cake into her mouth, chewing carefully, feeling as if she were on the verge of grasping something, but it still wasn’t enough!

Having eaten the Snow Cake, there was no reason not to try the Shrimp Crackers next to them.

So Angela picked up another kind of strip-shaped cake.

Oh wow... the flavor was indeed different! The previous one was sweet, this one was salty.

As the wealthiest family in the western regions, the Immanuel Family’s table was never short of various spices. Yet, even with a reluctant heart, Angela had to admit that the taste of the small round and elongated cakes she had at the Arias Family’s banquet today was something she had never experienced before.

It was very special. And there was no telling how they were made.

Especially that crispiness, biting into one, the sound of crunching would fill one’s mouth, tempting the appetite tremendously, and one couldn’t help but continue eating non-stop.

One piece after another, completely irresistible.

But how could a woman from the Immanuel Family admit defeat so easily? A gleam of determination flashed in Angela’s eyes!

She had eaten so many delicacies since she was young, her palate was very spoiled.

After some careful tasting, she finally found a breakthrough and confidently declared, "Hmph, that’s all?!"

Angela deliberately raised her voice a few notches, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

However, it didn’t take long for her to realize the looks she was receiving were somewhat odd.

At first, Angela thought there might be something stuck on her face, but when she looked down, she quickly found the answer.

The taste-testing process had taken a little long, and she had finished all the Snow Cakes and Shrimp Crackers on her plate. Not only that, but she also utilized the Immanuel Family’s influence in the western regions to successfully secure an additional three portions from several smaller families.

Now they were all gone too.

Angela’s face turned red, she wanted to explain, but didn’t know where to start, and a certain destitute Miss Rabbit, although not verbally mocking, continuously watched her with a smirk that was incredibly annoying.

Angela decided to feign amnesia, pretending she didn’t remember devouring several packs of Snow Cakes and Shrimp Crackers in one go. She cleared her throat and said, "I know what this is, it’s called Kulivara Cake, hm, in a country called Ka... Kaznira across the strait. Over there, these cakes are very common, and the locals eat them every day.

"The Kaznira traders brought half a ship’s worth to our family while doing business with us, as a gift. It’s nothing special."

Her words had just faded when someone praised, "Many thanks to Miss Angela for clearing up our confusion, Miss Angela truly is knowledgeable and well-traveled."

Another commented, "It’s no surprise coming from the Immanuel Family, conducting business all the way across the strait, and even trading with a little-known country."

Even Leo, who had previously seemed somewhat distracted, now took an interest and looked at Angela with new respect, "Kaznira? Miss Angela, do you know much about this country?"

Angela felt flattered and nodded incessantly like a pecking chicken, "A lot, a lot. I can’t say I know Kaznira like the back of my hand, but I indeed understand it better than others. Sir Leo, feel free to ask me whatever you want to know."

"You know more about this place than anyone else because you made it up." Miss Rabbit couldn’t restrain herself and sneered, "These are clearly called Snow Cakes and Shrimp Crackers, brought here by Merlin from his hometown."

Angela stood her ground, "What Snow Cake and Shrimp Cracker? These are Kulivara Cakes. Even if such things exist in Merlin’s hometown, they must have originated from Kaznira!"

With her steadfast claim that Shrimp Crackers and Snow Cakes originated from Kaznira, Ireya knew Angela was lying but couldn’t immediately find evidence to contradict her.

There were many city-states and countries that traded with the Red Lion Empire, and even the officials in charge of port taxes couldn’t count them all without omission.

Naturally, Ireya also couldn’t assert that Kaznira didn’t exist with any conviction.

It was precisely because she knew this that Angela felt bold enough to fabricate such brazen lies in front of so many people.

Moreover, her speech wasn’t over yet, "Although the Kulivara Cake tastes pretty good, for the ease of transportation, they’re thoroughly dried out before being loaded onto ships, which inevitably causes their flavor to deteriorate. Moreover, eating too many can make your throat feel dry.

"Of course, the most important thing is that the Kulivara Cake is made by the people of Kaznira. This ready-made foreign specialty is okay to use as an embellishment at a banquet, but to present it as the main dish is just too negligent. Could it be that the family of Arias has such poor cooks that they can’t make any decent dishes?"

Ireya was so infuriated she was almost palpably seething. That wretched coyote had just helped herself to the food, then immediately started to disparage the Shrimp Crackers and Snow Cakes. Then, with the flick of a tongue, she insinuated that the Arias family couldn’t afford a good chef. How detestable!

Of course, not everyone believed Angela’s suspicious ramblings; however, when comparing the wealthiest family in the western territory, the Immanuel Family, with the Arias family who lived hand to mouth selling carrots, whom to trust was inherently a political question.

Miss Rabbit then turned to Li Yu, hoping he had some method to expose Angela’s lies at this moment.

However, Li Yu remained silent, as if he hadn’t noticed the argument at all.

Soon, attendants brought in new dishes from the outside, but this time the food looked quite ordinary.

In fact, it was almost too ordinary, even causing Ireya some embarrassment— it was roast chicken, which seemed to dampen the enthusiasm of the assembled nobles.

Seeing the attendant slicing the meat, they hardly seemed interested in taking even a bite.

Seeing this, Angela couldn’t help but snort with laughter, "Are you serious? I had just finished criticizing the cooks and now you’re serving roast chicken just to make up the numbers? Is this how the Arias family treats us?"

However, as the attendants carved the meat, an exotic aroma began to permeate the room.

Huh?!

Leo narrowed his eyes, becoming the first among the nobles to take the plunge and picked up a piece of meat to taste.

Then a look of surprise appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked, "This flavor... how was it made?"