"It's ready!"
As the girl's cheerful voice rang out, the last glimmer on the horizon was swallowed by the night.
In the countryside-style guesthouse courtyard on the hillside, faint lights glowed beneath the Night Sky.
Wearing thick oven mitts, she happily carried the final dish toward the courtyard, toward the wooden table where the other three figures were arranging the rest of the food.
On the tabletop shaped like half a tree trunk were sliced homemade baguettes and croissants, golden, soft toast and olive spread on plates.
There was Provence and Marseille fish soup generously provided by the elderly owners, boxed supermarket pizza, and locally made cheese.
As well as potato beef brisket, clearly different from French dishes such as beef bourguignon.
In the courtyard of The Cabin guesthouse on the hillside, the large wooden table was completely covered with a dazzling spread of dishes.
"Ta-da~!"
Holding the final dish of Cola Chicken, she made a confident, proud announcement as she served it.
Tang Bing swung her ponytail as she set it on the table, and a rich fragrance immediately wafted up, stirring everyone's appetite.
"Are these all Huaxia dishes? What... admirable skill."
Looking at the several dishes he had never seen before and taking in their colors and aromas, so different from European cuisine yet equally mouthwatering, Klim praised her in surprise.
Meeting Klim's gaze, Tang Bing lifted her little nose and puffed out her chest.
"Although that beef bourguignon counts as French food, I improved it using the method from back home. It's one of my signature dishes."
"Mm, it smells wonderful."
Across the wooden table, Osphia nodded in praise as well. Beside her—
Fang Ran looked at the dinner that Tang Bing had practically prepared single-handedly, apart from the two specialty dishes provided by the elderly couple.