At any time, food made with one's own hands was the highest honor the Chinese could offer at the dining table... This was also documented in "A Bite of China."
Kneading dough, rolling wrappers, mixing filling.
Bamboo leaves, filling them with rice, tying them up.
Nimrod deftly recreated some of the foods he had known how to make before transmigrating. Although he lacked certain utensils, the Aurora Order's cooks made up for that, assembling a simple steamer to his specifications.
Although the Loen Kingdom's food was often criticized, its desserts were exceptionally elaborate. And precisely because of that, its kitchens were hardly short of utensils.
Xiaolongbao, Zongzi, pan-fried dumplings.
The food was soon packed into wooden boxes. Nimrod glanced at the time. It was nearly time for their appointment, so he tossed the boxes above Sefirah Castle, using the wondrous gray fog to keep them fresh and warm.
Klein sat in the carriage, nervously straightening the tie around his neck.
Before he came, Dunn Smith had given him a few instructions. He had not intended for Klein to rush into probing for information, merely to stay safe and establish which way this "Mr. L" leaned.
-Although this was not his first time dealing with Nimrod, coming here on a mission still felt somewhat strange to Klein.
On one side were comrades who had faced life and death with him; on the other was someone from his homeland. However he looked at it, Klein felt awkward.
The carriage slowly came to a stop. Carrying his cane, Klein stepped down.
After he told the attendant where he had arranged to meet someone, the attendant led him through several glittering, lavish rooms that left Klein staring.
-Never mind after transmigrating, when the fanciest place he had visited was the Seer Club. Even before