Mag took a seat at the table. The braised chicken and rice looked look enough to him.
Amy ran over to the table and seated herself opposite Mag. "Are these little moons, Father? They are so beautiful!" she said, eyes glinting with surprise.
"How did they get into the rice grains?" Yabemiya had never seen such strange rice before.
Sally blinked in disbelief. First the Spring of Life rice, and now this? Where did he get all these extraordinary ingredients?
Mag smiled. "It's called moonlight rice." He beckoned Yabemiya and Sally to sit down. His stomach was already rumbling.
Their eyes immediately got glued to the bowls before them once they took their seats.
Each earthenware bowl was almost full, with brown chicken, green peppers, black shiitakes, yellow potatoes, and green celtuces. The soup was thick; the aromas were tickling their noses, making their mouths water.
