Sun Ji took a deep breath and felt the faint rose fragrance lingering. He seemed to see a real flower in his mind. The fragrance, shape, and the dew on the petals were all crystal clear, as if they would roll down in the next second.
It was half-bloomed and had an authentic red color. Even the pistil was clearly visible. It felt very wrong to say that it was fake.
Sun Ji felt that reason and emotion were competing with each other. Reason felt that what was placed on the plate must be delicious, but emotionally, he felt that this was a real rose.
What made Sun Ji so conflicted was the Rose, pine nut, and pomegranate cake. He didn't know what the cake originally looked like, but the one in Yuan Zhou's restaurant looked like a very vivid rose.
"This is the most exquisite dish I've ever eaten. What kind of craftsmanship is this?" Si Jinning said.
