Luo Chuan had noticed long ago that Yao Ziyan had a sly little devilish side to her.
He did not know whether it had always been part of her personality and had gradually sprouted as life grew more comfortable, or whether becoming the God of Destiny had somehow specially affected her temperament.
As time passed, it seemed to be growing ever more intense.
The appearance of the two philosophical questions, "Am I still myself?" and the "Ship of Theseus," was enough to stir up a wave of discussion among the customers.
Yuan Gui's Shop.
With the arrival of the Month of Midsummer, Yuan Gui's Shop had begun serving late-night snacks again, just as it had in the previous two years, in addition to its three daily meals.
Late-night snacks naturally could not do without barbecue.
Fruitwood charcoal from the depths of the Jiuyao Mountain Range glowed crimson, like twinkling stars in the night. When it burned, it gave off the distinctive scent of charcoal fire.
Bu Lige stood beside the grill holding the charcoal, skillfully turning the skewers laid across it.
Under the searing charcoal fire, every skewer glistened with rich juices. Whenever a drop of fat fell, a burst of dazzling flame would erupt, making the tempting aroma even more intense.
There were no superfluous seasonings.
Only salt, oil, and chili.
The finest ingredients often required only the simplest cooking methods.
Excessive seasoning often concealed the food's original flavor, turning the guest into the host.
It was like placing food in a broth heavy with seasoning. In the end, all one tasted was the broth, with little connection left to the ingredients themselves.
Sweat streamed down her forehead and into her eyes, bringing waves of stinging soreness.
But Bu Lige had no time to wipe it away. She