The dishes Hua Yan prepared were complete in color, fragrance, and flavor, comparable with those of the Imperial Chef of the Eastern Palace.
The aromatic fragrance of the dishes wafted out from the Gallery Hall, prompting continuous praise from Madam Fang, who had thought to herself that on the Crown Princess Consort's first visit to the Eastern Palace, she had emphatically instructed the kitchen to prepare their best dishes. At that time, she truly hadn't expected the Crown Princess Consort's cooking to rival the Imperial Chef's, and in some cases, even exceed it in presentation, with some dishes the Imperial Chef didn't even know how to make.
After dinner, the sky had grown very late. Yun Chi watched Hua Yan leaning lazily against the back of the chair, comfortable as a cat sipping tea. He smiled gently and said, "I wish to know if there's anything in this world that you can't do or make well."
