Chapter 305: Ingredients and Dishes
A fine drizzle pattered against the windows of Old Lunse Potion Shop. Some of the windows were so old they seemed to have fused with the building itself; others had been repaired after breaking last time, and when the raindrops struck them, the newer windows made a more pronounced sound.
If all this were a play born of a contract, then this might be the final act between uncle and nephew.
A contract? Ruger thought.
A crude, lowest-grade contract document—the kind of cheap thing that would fall apart after altering just two more clauses.
Of course, it could also be said that everything had begun with the contract between the old doghead and Jenny.
That was where it all began. So where was the end?
And what had stopped Old Lunse?
A rain of blood.
The contract, Jenny, Old Lunse's years of perseverance, those painstaking preparations, those breakthroughs in experimentation.
Though the old doghead was always mocking Mr. Niu Wengduo next door, Ruger believed that, in his private attempts to break free of his shackles, the old doghead had been no less mad or daring than Niu Wengduo.
Yet all of it had been utterly thrown into disarray by a factor wholly independent of, and on another level from, everything else.
All that remained was Aunt Jenny in the little kitchen, softly humming a tune and seemingly in good spirits, along with the dishes being prepared, their aroma slightly strange.
Ruger pulled out a chair and silently sat across from Old Lunse.
Seeing his expression, Old Lunse rolled his eyes at him irritably.
"Hehe," Jenny said with a laugh without looking back, "Little Ruger loves rolling his eyes because you spoiled him..."
Upon hearing that, the old doghead seated at the table rolled his eyes