"Thank you, My Lady," said the girl, giving one last curtsy as Wu Bai Hee dismissed her for the day. "I hope you enjoy your dinner!"
"How could I not when you are the one to make it?" chuckled Wu Bai Hee as she watched the girl no more than 12 years old running out of the condo. Turning her attention to the table with the food on it, she walked over and picked up the plate. Logically, she knew that it was all edible food on it, but for the life of her, she could not figure out what it was.
In the center of the plate was a stew or a thick soup of some kind, with chucks of something that may or may not be vegetables swimming in a red sauce and a tiny piece of bread on the side. There was no rice, no meat, no nothing on the plate that looked even remotely appetizing. And worst of all, she knew that this was the best the city had to offer because she was the one to implant it into everyone's head that she deserved only the best the city had to offer.
