Kestrel Street.
This was one of Metropia's few old food districts. A seemingly endless line of food stalls stretched down the street, which was bustling with people. The air was filled with vendors' shouts, the SIZZLE of grilled meat, the WHIR of juicers, the strangely fragrant yet foul smell of stinky tofu, and the faint, fishy aroma of freshly made fish balls...
Celia Sterling had imagined they might go to some famous seafood restaurant to find a renowned chef, or perhaps a discreet private kitchen to find a master. But she had never, ever imagined Silas Norwood would bring her here.
"Cece, have you ever been to a place like this?" A group of bodyguards formed a perimeter around Silas Norwood, keeping the crowd at bay. He kept his arm around Celia Sterling's waist, worried that such a pampered girl might not be comfortable in this environment, and he discreetly watched her reaction.
However, Celia Sterling's face was lit with obvious excitement.
