The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 601 - 343: Epidemic Mutation
When Miluo raised his head, his complexion had returned to normal, and he raised his cup with a smile towards her, saying, "She might not die, it all depends on her usefulness in the future. It’s lucky we have you, otherwise I might have gotten too used to her Butterfly Powder and fallen into the trap. Hmm, someone even tried to send her into my Prefecture a while ago, and that is an account worth settling." His demonic power was profound; the strange fragrance was unlikely to affect him. But then again, who could say for sure?
Ning Xiaoxian looked at him with sympathy, but in her heart, she felt even more sorry for the Little Butterfly Demon, "Who set this trap, do you know?"
Miluo sipped his wine, "Should I make a list when I go back and weed them out carefully?"
She rolled her eyes. The position of the Second Young Master of Fengtian Prefecture was indeed a tough seat to occupy, with people constantly trying to set him up and trip him. On the surface, Miluo seemed splendid, but his life was not as easy as ordinary people imagined.
"Ah, I owe you another favor now; how should I repay you?" He propped his chin with his hand, looking at her sideways, "How about with my body?" From this angle, his fox-like eyes were incredibly enticing.
This guy’s political astuteness was profound indeed, so she pursed her lips, "Offering yourself to work in my household? That’s too much of a hassle for me, making the esteemed Second Young Master of Fengtian Prefecture chop wood, carry water, wash clothes, and sweep floors for my house, how could I have the heart?"
He looked at her with those blood-red eyes, saying lazily, "I can do anything." His words carried a double meaning.
Thinking that this young master never dirtied his hands with manual labor, not even able to roast a fish, let alone chop wood and carry water, she imagined Miluo doing chores and let out a laugh. Thus, the Second Young Master’s alluring glance once again failed to be received by her.
Miluo shook his head, realizing he really didn’t understand what she was thinking. Luckily, the dishes were already being served in a procession like running water.
Every night, Shuize Garden offered different dishes, without giving patrons the chance to order for themselves, determined instead by the kitchen and served directly. Together with the rule of only accepting fifty tables per night, it gave an air of pride. Ning Xiaoxian knew that this was one of the ways for the restaurant to establish its reputation, and although she hadn’t seen the prices of the dishes, she knew they weren’t just affordable but probably marked with a price that would take one’s breath away. With such a limit, distinguished guests with status would feel that dining and discussing matters here added an extra layer of prestige.
Only when she saw the dishes did she realize that she had underestimated the level of luxury in Chiming City of West Saisi Jiangnan. All the dishes were served on golden plates and bowls, with a total of twelve dishes for the three of them, each dish delicately portioned, with individual servings to avoid the trouble of fighting over food with chopsticks.
Ning Xiaoxian, who had become quite picky about her food, had to admit that the taste here was genuinely good.
After each dish was served, a charming lady would stand aside and introduce it, with impeccable service attitude. The signature dish here was the so-called "Spirit Wine Shuttle," which is actually drunken crab. The Chiming rivers are abundant with a kind of shuttle-shaped crab that swims faster than most fish; fishers can only catch them with traps. These crabs have a unique taste, best when marinated raw with fine wines aged thirty years or more.
It was the end of September, the perfect time for fragrant rice and plump crabs, and the shuttles were full of red roe. The chief chef of Shuize Garden used only the female crabs with the thickest roe and chose a fine wine brewed from Spirit Rice for marinating them—one jar costing up to four hundred Spirit Stones. She could only discern aged tangerine peel, Plum, and Sichuan peppercorns used in the marinating process, with the rest being the chef’s secret recipe. After sealing the jar and marinating for a full twenty days, the feast for the patrons could begin.
Considering the prestigious identities of those dining here, the chef took into account that they could not like uncouth peasants, suck on their fingers while eating crabs. Thus, the way to eat these shuttles was simple: crack an opening from one end of the shuttle, suck gently, and all the crabmeat and roe would be drawn out, leaving none behind. The flavors were so rich, succulent, refreshing, and spicy that words fell short to describe the taste to others.
After eating two, she still wasn’t satisfied and could only think of hurrying to produce her own Spiritual Wine, catch more crabs from the rivers, and breed them in God Demon Prison, ensuring an endless supply of drunken crabs to enjoy! 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
She seldom drank alcohol, and the potency of Spiritual Wine was much stronger than ordinary wines of the Mortal World. After she finished the crab, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, adding a touch of shy beauty to her charming appearance. Miluo noticed this, his heart itching slightly, and he covered it up with the act of drinking, simply asking, "Another plate?"
