Chapter 2: 2. Chapter 2: Dudu Bird Egg Custard

Chapter 2: Dodo Bird Egg Custard

Moran held the letter and waved it excitedly at her mother: "It’s here!"

Shana looked at her daughter’s empty hand, which seemed to be holding something

"Keep it safe. The admission letter is enchanted with a witch’s magic; only the young witch herself can see it!"

It was the first time Moran had heard of this. So, the letter even had anti-peeping functions!

Shana quickly asked about the date of her daughter’s enrollment ceremony this year.

Once her daughter started school, she could also head out into the wilderness to continue her own journey.

Moran said, "Eight o'clock in the evening, three days from now."

The enrollment ceremony usually takes place between June and August every year, but this year it was exceptionally early.

Thinking about leaving Green Creek Plains, where she had lived for thirteen years, so soon, Moran felt a tinge of reluctance.

Shana noticed her daughter’s sadness; every young witch felt this way when leaving home for the first time.

She lifted the basket in her hand to distract her daughter

"Little Moran, there are dodo bird eggs you like today. I’ll steam some egg custard for you later!"

"Dodo bird eggs?" Moran’s eyes lit up, and she immediately headed downstairs: "I’ll go pull some scallions from the backyard!"

The dodo bird is a type of waterfowl that lives in Green Creek Plains. While its meat is difficult to swallow, its eggs are incredibly delicious and are considered a rare delicacy on a witch’s table.

Most witches prefer to fry them.

Moran, however, privately believed that dodo bird egg custard was the true masterpiece.

A spoonful of sesame oil, a spoonful of soy sauce, and a sprinkle of chopped scallions—salty, fragrant, soft, and tender.

The soy sauce used for cooking at home was made by Shana using magic, based on Moran’s dictated memories of how soy sauce was made in her past life.

In the entire Valen Continent, this was the only place to find it.

However, dodo birds mostly lay eggs in early spring; once spring passed, the eggs became increasingly scarce.

Moran hadn't eaten dodo bird egg custard for a month.

While Mother Shana’s freezing spell was poor, her culinary magic was excellent, making the steamed eggs even more flavorful than those from her past life.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva and quicken her pace downstairs.

*

After breakfast, the tableware lined up and hopped into the sink to wash themselves. The mother and daughter sat lazily in rocking chairs, feeling satisfied.

Moran savored the aftertaste of her mother’s breakfast, feeling a bit worried: "I wonder if the Witch Academy has dodo bird egg custard!"

"There definitely won't be custard, but there will certainly be no shortage of dodo bird eggs," Shana said with a smile. "If you learn culinary magic, you’ll be able to make all those dishes you keep talking about yourself."

"Mom! You’re reading my mind again!" Moran put her hands on her hips in protest.

"Sorry, my magic has improved recently, but my control is still a bit lacking."

Shana looked away in annoyance. As long as she didn't look into her daughter’s eyes, her recently unstable mind-reading magic wouldn't trigger suddenly.

Moran sighed: "Fine, read away. Anyway, I haven't had any secrets in front of Mom for a long time."

Who told her mother to be a Mind Witch?

Only witches who specialize in mind magic and have reached an advanced stage can be called Mind Witches.

The waterfowl living nearby couldn't help but be influenced by Mother Shana’s mind magic, submitting to her charm and eagerly bringing her gifts.

Not to mention her daughter, whom she spent every day with.

Moran was long used to it.

Back when she was just born, Mother Shana, who had tried to use magic to understand baby talk, discovered her identity as a soul from another world.

At that time, she thought she would be treated as an anomaly and killed.

But Mother Shana just laughed and said, "A reincarnated little witch is much easier to raise than a naturally born one," which left her completely stunned.

Later, she learned that in Valen, there were many types of magic that could achieve such reincarnation with memories.

Valen also had some extremely xenophobic factions that strictly followed traditional lineages and cared about the purity of a newborn’s soul.

But witches were not among them.

Since Mother Shana already knew her biggest secret—the fact that she was a transmigrator—Moran had nothing left to hide.

It was also at that time that she learned of the existence of the Well of the Sky and developed the idea of working hard to learn magic, returning to the Blue Star before the Big Bang, and stopping the apocalypse.

Unfortunately, the traditional view of witches is that young witches under thirteen should have a carefree childhood.

Only after thirteen is the true learning period, at which point the Witch Academy provides all the necessary knowledge and skills for young witches for free.

As a result, Mother Shana refused to teach her any academic knowledge in advance, let alone magic.

To prevent her from learning in secret, all the witch magic books in the house were put away.

Ordinary books from other races were placed in the living room, but Moran couldn't read a single word of them.

The only book she could access was the "Young Witch Series," which every little witch possessed.

Because it was written in Witch Script, and witches are born with the ability to understand it, Moran could read it from birth. Over the past thirteen years, she had flipped through it countless times.

The book only contained some common knowledge about the witch clan; even the introduction to the Witch Academy was sparse.

To this day, apart from the admission letter, she knew nothing about the Witch Academy, not even which direction it was in.

She really wanted to use the intellectual advantage of her past life to study and accumulate knowledge in advance to get ahead of other witches, but there was no way.

Her advantage of being a transmigrator with prior knowledge had been completely wasted.

Up to now, she was no different from any other ordinary little witch.

The Well of the Sky was a place only a few powerful individuals in Valen could step foot in.

Since she couldn't learn in advance to gain an edge, she would just have to work hard and "grind" after enrollment!

*

Three days later, Moran was flipping through the first volume of the "Young Witch Series," which had already become dog-eared, looking at the magic clock on the wall repeatedly.

Tonight, she would be enrolling.

She had never felt time pass so slowly.

Shana walked over with a cloth bag in one hand and her wand in the other: "Little Moran, get up for a second!"

Moran sighed and moved to a different spot.

Shana tapped the sofa with her wand, and it immediately shrank to the size of a palm, falling into the bag in her hand.

"Do you still want this stool?" Moran pointed to the broken wooden stool by the wall.

This stool was carved by Mother Shana using magic; the craftsmanship was rough, and the base was unstable, but she had sat on it often as a child.

"No, it’s too broken. Even the second-hand market wouldn't take it," Shana said after a glance.

Only then did Moran feel at ease moving to sit on the stool, watching Mother Shana bustle about.

After receiving the admission letter, she was bored, but Mother Shana was very busy.

Busy packing luggage.

It is well known that all learning and living supplies for young witches during their time at school are provided free of charge by the Witch Academy.

One only needs to wear the school robe issued by the academy upon enrollment.

Moran had no luggage to pack at all, so it was self-evident whose luggage this was.

After she went to school, Mother Shana would also leave Green Creek Plains.