"Thud, thud, thud—"
Before the people inside the sickroom could respond, the door was pushed open from the outside.
The aroma wafted into the room as the head maid Chang An's index finger, resting outside the blanket, trembled slightly. She turned her face to look at Jasmine entering the room, along with the meal box she carried.
"The chef said to eat as soon as possible because the noodles will clump together once they cool down."
The person who entered smiled as she placed the meal box on the bedside table. She was in a good mood now. After working all night, a bowl of steaming hot noodles relieved her fatigue. Such flavors and textures, even in the Second District, were not common. More amazingly, she had witnessed the entire process by which the chef turned scraps into treasures.
This appeared to be a skill filled with profound knowledge.
