Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 48: Mister Ghost!

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Mister Ghost!

Now, cooking in a clay pot is no rocket science. It doesn’t need any oil. It needs a bit of water inside of it. And everything that you put in it had to be cold.

Because if one puts hot food in a cold clay pot, then the pot cracks. If I lost this pot, my husband might forgive me... or maybe use me for more soup.

This marriage sure was stressing me out. I really needed Aron to... get the divorce papers.

If you know what I mean.

Oh, it was coldhearted to just take the schema and then kill off the goblin chief, but he didn’t care about his own goblins.

The fact that I was cutting up a goblin to put into the clay pot was evidence enough.

"You know," I was sure that he could do this faster than me. Besides, I should really let him earn his chance for survival. "I am not used to cutting up goblins."

He snorted.

"It’s just like cutting up dwarves," he told me so, as if I was retarded.

"But... I have never cooked dwarves either," I protested. I wanted him to come to the conclusion that I was no cannibal.

Unlike him.

"Oh, fine! Wives just nag!"

Well, he was about as chivalrous as a goblin could be, which was what he was, so I just went to take out the boiled potatoes.

Apparently, at level 2 I could fix up about 1 kg of raw ingredients. I used my skill to make sure that the potatoes and the garlic were just fine.

The meat was fresh. The chili pepper came from a jar so dusty I was sure it was pilfered ages ago.

The thought that the goblins might have pickled chilies once upon a time did cross my mind, but I shoved it out of it. Yeah, as if these cavemen and women could even cook!

My husband nudged me in the ribs. It wasn’t a sharp nudge.

I looked his way, only to see the most perfectly cut meat I had ever seen!

The chunks were evenly cut. Everything was the same size and was going to finish cooking at the same time! I wouldn’t need to stir the food as often!

"Oh, how pretty!" I couldn’t help but praise.

"Pretty?" The goblin chief scratched himself behind the head. I looked at him. His skin was something between green and red.

Huh...

He was blushing!

"Yes, pretty! Perfect!" Those were no attempts to butter him up. The chunks were perfection itself! "Do you mind helping me with the garlic?"

I really wanted to see what he was going to do with it.

He threw the entire garlic head just like I love to do when I want to show off, then he slammed the garlic in the cutting board, slammed the cleaver on it, and before I knew it, the garlic was all cut up!

I clapped. Praise had to be given where praise was due!

"Do you... need help with something else?" He asked me. Now his skin was more red than green.

I gave him the chili peppers. Now I just wanted to see a master at work!

He smiled, placed the cleaver over the clay pot, and then began to slide the chili peppers over the cleaver.

Everything was evenly cut! Sure to cook at the same time!

Oh, oh my, oh my, oh my...

My brain was in a strange state. Now, I had Aron, and he did his best to romance me. And Nate, who did his best in the bedroom... which was also his tent floor.

But neither could cook!

"Do I put the rest inside?" He asked me, now completely red.

"Yes!" My pants were getting tight. I think I needed a drink. Or maybe something to smoke.

I wasn’t sure.

I just wanted to taste his cooking!

He dumped everything inside the clay pot. Then salt, red pepper, black pepper, and, finally, looked at me expectantly.

He had a sly grin on his lips.

"Yes?" I was ready to jump in bed with him, darn my husbands and children and all the goblins which were going to watch, more than likely.

"The potatoes," he pointed at the bowl with the cold water in which I was cooling the potatoes.

Now it was my turn to tease him.

For, I had cut the potatoes just shallow enough around the middle to be able to do a nice little trick.

I took a potato, got my fingers around the cut skin, and then pulled.

The lower half of the potato skin came off cleanly.

I licked my lips.

A strange but familiar smell came off my husband.

He eyed the oven; I shook my head.

"It has to be cold," I knew this was the final test.

He nodded.

I watched as he placed a rune and then the oven became cold.

I touched it, but it was as cold as normal metal could get in a cave.

"Together?" I asked him, as I placed my hand on the right handle of the clay pot.

"Until death do us part," he placed his hand on the left handle.

And so, we were married.

And the clay pot was soon cooking because apparently my new goblin husband liked his runes.

And as he led me to his room, I checked the time on my internal natural clock.

Two hours, and the perfect breakfast would be ready.

But as he gently laid me on the bed, I forgot about the food...

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"It’s so tasty!" we were freshly showered. I had used my level 2 cooking to salvage what I could from the clay pot meal, but, darn, it was hard.

I ended up putting more water inside and letting it stew in the cooling oven.

It looked ok, I guess. But it wasn’t as tasty as it should have been.

Not that it mattered.

"What’s your name?" I asked.

My husband began to glow. Soon, he was surrounded by mist!

"I think you named me Mister Ghost," he said with a sly smirk.

That... that...

Good God, I just practiced necrophilia!

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