Chapter 9: Genius
“Mm, another fragment. I’m curious—if he gathers all these fragments together, will he really get a cookbook in the end?”
Lu Fengmian shook his head, then picked up his chopsticks again, preparing to properly enjoy this hard-won lunch.
He picked up a piece of red-flame pig trotter that had been braised until tender and flavorful and put it into his mouth. The rich meat fragrance intertwined with the fresh scent of spiritual herb seasonings, instantly blooming across his taste buds.
He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, feeling that this delicious bite alone had already dispelled the morning’s fatigue.
Then he scooped up a spoonful of lotus root dragon bone soup. The milky-white broth was fresh and mellow, and as the warm soup slid down his throat, a stream of warmth spread straight through his limbs and bones.
“Mm, Master Zhao’s cooking in the dining hall today was truly at the peak of perfection.”
Lu Fengmian felt secretly pleased, thinking that the past few days of busyness had perhaps all been worth it—at least when it came to food, he had done fairly well.
He ate very quietly, his bearing elegant and composed; even while dining, he gave off a pleasant aura.
He wore a moon-white brocade robe, immaculate and spotless, his hair bound with a jade crown. The light streaming in from outside the window shone over his profile, making him look even more handsome and refined.