Chapter 82
It has taken me over a 30 minutes at the herbalists storage to collect all the spices I need to make a proper lunch. The food here has been very bland so far.
Lunch is Peking Duck, a technique that they’d never heard of at the kitchens when I went to get ingredients, hot and sour soup, curried cauliflower and carrots and a side of mashed spiced pumpkin.
Before I was a warrior, I spent a lot of time in the Pack kitchen, and Lycans take their food very seriously. So I’ve got a reasonably good idea what I can substitute for the missing ingredients this world simply does not have.
Elder Song joins us halfway through cooking lunch, citing the new smells as a reason he absolutely must be here.
"The more the merrier, but if we’re inviting more, tell them to bring another duck" I inform him.
"Oh this is amazing. Why have I been cooking when you’re capable of this? Elder Ming, stop monopolizing my Disciple, she’s got chores just like every other disciple!"
"Now, my dear Po, don’t be rash. The Master himself has insisted she continue her alchemy work, for the good of the Sect."
"What was today’s project?" Elder Song asks "Did you make my aphrodisiac?"
"No, you old lecher" Elder Ming reprimands him "She made the Soul Forging Pill today. In only her second attempt no less" Elder Ming holds out one of the pills for the other Elders to inspect.