Weekend.
Noon.
Lin Fei was at the Star Hotel with two brilliant ministers, Shen Peini and Ling Weiwei.
Inside a private room.
"Little brother, there are so many dishes; Weiwei and I can't finish them all." Touched by Lin Fei's willingness to toil in the kitchen for her and Ling Weiwei, Shen Peini, a peerless beauty, felt a strong sense of happiness. As the table full of dishes reflected in her narrow, mesmerizing eyes, the woman spoke to Lin Fei in a soft poignant tone.
"Can we take the leftovers home to eat?" Feeling unable to finish the twelve dishes Lin Fei made, it was clear that Shen Peini, a peerless beauty, was not the only one overwhelmed. Ling Weiwei, who had initially requested Lin Fei to prepare a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, was also feeling intimidated.
