The Eight Treasures dish was perfect in color, aroma, and taste, with black and white sesame seeds scattered among thinly sliced vegetables, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots, presented by the chef's hand.
The braised pig ear was glossy and flavorful.
The stewed bones were tender and fell off the bone...
The meat soup was like a poem or painting, with shattered egg flowers as misty as the morning fog, and the starch-thickened broth like dense haze, garnished perfectly with minced meat, mushroom bits, scallions, and ginger.
Fang Zheng enjoyed a private room at the Jade Cauldron Tower, meticulously savoring the delicacies.
A perfect meal, it lifted one's spirits.
This meal would cost six silver taels, naturally beyond the reach of ordinary families.
Wu Hai declined the invitation to dine together, watching as Fang Zheng enjoyed his meal slowly, increasingly certain that the master's family background was quite extraordinary.
Typical families only ate two meals a day.
