Xin Yi stood at the center of the village, surrounded by twenty iron-sized stone pots and a small army of snake beastmen who were looking at her with the kind of intense, unblinking focus that usually preceded an ambush.
"Listen up, you slippery noodles!" Xin Yi shouted, slamming a giant wooden spoon against a stone vat to get their attention. "Today we are making the Mother of All Broths! If I see anyone trying to throw a whole, unskinned lizard into the pot again, I will personally make sure you spend the rest of the week eating nothing but raw grass! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess!" the tribe hissed in a terrifyingly rhythmic unison.
Xin Yi groaned, rubbing her temples. "I told you, it's Xin Yi! Or Teacher! Or 'Hey, you!' Just stop with the Goddess stuff!"
[DING! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ]
[System Note: Host, give up! You've brought soap and flavor to a world that previously used mud for both. To them, you're basically a high-tech deity with great skin. Own it! +50 Authority Points!]
