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The moon shone brightly, sparse stars twinkling in the sky.
In the courtyard.
Today marked Zhou Yi's sixtieth birthday celebration, for which he had invited Old Bai to join him for a drink.
A bowl of noodles.
Four cold dishes and four hot dishes.
Made by Chef Liu of the servant quarters, the young assistant who could only follow his father around, chopping vegetables. Now, he has surpassed his teacher in skill, his culinary expertise even greater than his father's.
Chef Liu, whose name was known throughout Divine Capital, crafted dishes beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy merchants and nobility, yet he never missed his duties in the prison.
The rules were numerous, the silver scarce.
Zhou Yi, curious, asked him why he couldn't give up this job?
