Miss Felietriga Wilbart was sixteen this year. By rights, she should have been wearing a youthful, stylish school uniform, going to an upscale school surrounded by ginkgo and red maple trees, studying, having afternoon tea, and falling into a sweet first love as she enjoyed the best years of her youth.
Still, Yu Lian had to admit that when the little girl wore her snow-white chef's uniform and hat and smiled at him, she looked every bit as radiant and lovely as a painting.
If this were a risqué school-life manga about food and clothes exploding, she'd certainly be the perfect heroine.
Yu Lian twitched his nose, catching the sweet fragrance in the air. "The smell of malt?"
"You really are an expert, Big Brother!" Fulei giggled. "Come try my original candied Overlord Loach fish balls."
What kind of dark cuisine was this supposed to be? Just hearing the name had him seriously freaking out.
Come to think of it, the so-called Overlord Loach was a delicacy from Nifei, prized for its tender, springy flesh. It was better suited to grilling or sashimi. Wouldn't turning it into fish balls be a waste?
And fish balls could be candied, too? What the hell was the difference between that and putting cruise missiles on an aircraft carrier?
Where was Uncle? Couldn't the old man stop her?
But it was obvious that Uncle wasn't there. He'd invited Yu Lian to come home for dinner that evening, so perhaps he really did have something to do at noon.
Still, the girl was clearly so passionate about cooking that Yu Lian felt he should at least give her a polite response. He forced a professional smile. "So, you made it yourself?"
"Of course. You think I'd hire a ghostwriter for something like this? If you