A common feature of his best dishes seemed to be the fact that they glowed. Emery didn't imagine that it would be like that for all dishes, but it would probably be something along those lines.
This was a completely different glow than that of the hot pot.
The platter in front of him was full of yellowish–golden rice that glistened brightly, providing a source of bright light when he opened the platter. Waves of steam wafted off the rice, carrying the strong savoury aroma outwards.
Multiple slices of quail meat further decorated the top of the dish with their tantalizing approach.
They looked tender and delicious just from where he stood. Some looked crispier than others, but still easily chewable. They were a completely golden sheen with an additional layer of spicy glazing.
That was one thing he couldn't forget. The spice.
