"West Lake Vinegar Fish, without West Lake, without vinegar, and without fish!"
"Then what did you make?"
"Already dumped it in the river."
"6."
A group of cooking-savvy players and locals from Night City grabbed the freshly stocked vegetables and meat from the warehouse, showcasing their culinary skills, and fervently wielded spatulas over the heat. The dishes they cooked were piled on the long table in bowls and plates, although occasionally there'd be some odd ones, which would quickly get kicked away with a jio by others, preventing these bastards from wasting rare clean ingredients.
However, the vegetables that players didn't find unique were regarded as heavenly by ordinary workers. To them, that verdant color was high-end merchandise they couldn't afford, yet those chefs recklessly tossed handfuls into the pan to stir-fry, then laid them on the long table, allowing passersby to pick at them with chopsticks or forks.
