"Could we hurry up a bit, Miss Huaizhi..." he rasped, urging, "A beautiful sight is not something you can eat. This dish, what's truly important, hurry up and serve it!"
"Don't rush, the rice just got warm."
Huai Shi calmly reassured the guest in front of him, reached out, and pressed down on the clay pot. The forging began—in an instant, heavy steam burst forth from the gaps and holes, enveloping an indescribably enticing aroma.
Even Shenjin Qing in the audience couldn't help but clench his hands tightly, gripping his knees, eyes wide open.
Was it anger, astonishment, or envy?
This intense aroma actually surpassed his own!
When the pot lid was lifted, a dazzling golden light erupted, illuminating everyone's eyes. Exquisite fish swirled in the pot, the rich flavor unique to pufferfish overflowing like a flood, engulfing everything.
Guo ShouQue slowly raised his eyebrows in apparent amazement.
But Huai Shi couldn't hide his dissatisfaction and regret.
