"Salty or light?"

Natya Vida asked by the pot.

She was wearing a long apron and holding a spoon in her hand, and was trying the taste with an elegant gesture.

"Take it lightly, I don't like salty ones."

Natsu made a small ball of water and used it to wash the dust off his face.

Then looking at the half-elf girl like a newlywed wife, a sense of happiness welled up in her heart:

If there is no hope of becoming a god, it seems good to stay with Nana like this, eh?

"Sure enough."

Natia Vida smoothed her hair and chuckled:

"That's what I used to think, how could your cold personality like food with a strong taste?"

She seasoned the food and brought it to Xia's side, and when she saw that her hair was a little wet with water, she carefully tied a ponytail for her.

"It doesn't feel right."

Although Natia Vida's movements are very gentle and comfortable, she always feels that the positions of the two are reversed: