A crescent moon was painted in the sky as clouds floated by. Crimson leaves blew with the wind and a faint fragrance of Hong Lin blossoms could be felt. But along with this fragrance, one could also smell the aroma of something cooking.
In the middle of a forest, a few fires were burning and on top of those fires, several pots and grills. One of the pots was filled with bones to the top and boiled continuously emanating a rich aroma.
The second pot was filled with shredded meat that was cooking with several colorful vegetables. But if one looked at the vegetables, they would realize that they were not normal vegetables at all, but rather spirit herbs and fruits.
In the third pot, a thick stew was brewing. It bubbled, letting out a tantalizing aroma. The aroma was like a seductive lover, pulling one into the bed, asking them to roll in the sheets.
