BAI ZHEN sat in his wheelchair at the head of the long table, taking everything around him. The table stretched before him, covered in different dishes. Braised pork belly in a dark glaze. Steamed fish with ginger. Plates of cold appetizers. Stir-fried greens. Sliced meats. A large pot of soup in the center. Mooncakes stacked nearby.
And dishes easy to digest were placed within his reach. A velvety egg custard steamed until smooth, bowls of warm millet porridge, and delicate tofu braised in a light, savory broth. There were also soft-boiled shredded chicken and well-cooked yam medallions.
