"This is truly like a midsummer night's dream," Chen Zhengyi savored the dream that felt like reality, then asked Ma Lu, "What is the effect of this dish?"
"It allows you to see the future... a certain possibility."
Ma Lu lied. The true effect of the dish was actually to let a person see something they had longed for their entire life but could never obtain.
"Is that so?" Chen Zhengyi's eyes flickered, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just used his saliva to wash the hairs on his face.
"I've already tasted spring, and summer, so next must be autumn, right?"
"That's correct." Ma Lu had already brought over the last dish.
— Autumn's Key.
It was still a white plate, but this time at the very center of the plate there was a large white soup spoon, cradling a thick reddish-brown soup in the middle.
The center of the thick soup was sprinkled with fried mushroom slices and chopped parsley.
