Rumors, those things that run the fastest without legs, only grow larger and more embellished as they're spread around, swelling like a snowball with all manner of fanciful details, making them hard to disbelieve.
It was only to be expected, after all; the young wife in Fire Knife Village with the surname Meng, a mere slip of a girl, already possessed remarkable culinary skills. She had held a banquet for scholars and opened Daoxiang Garden. Even the Sauce Garden, which she hardly managed hands-on, was said to produce sauces superior to others—under the heavens, apart from Wang Tonghe, who else could have trained such a disciple?
Everyone entertained this very thought, and when discussing with others, they added a touch of conviction, as if what they said could not possibly be wrong. Within just three to five days, the topic was the buzz of the entire town.
