Mr. Yun, who had grown three sizes fatter in the study, contentedly drank the rose dew that Tian Xinhua had just drawn from the well. With each sip, he sighed in satisfaction, barely stopping short of smacking his lips. Tian Xinhua watched, grimacing; to think he once mistook this man for the respectable Uncle He?
How was this man at all like Uncle He? Even their once-similar appearances were now nearly ruined. Fat destroys everything, doesn't it? With the way he's eating now, where's the slightest hint of an immortal's elegance?
"Not bad, I didn't expect Ah Nan to have such a talent. The taste is truly good. Xinhua, why don't you see if there are any other novel delicacies in 'Dream of the Red Chamber'? Gather some and let Ah Nan study them?"
Mr. Yun, having drunk his fill, had a burst of inspiration. "I remember there's a famous eggplant dish in there, and now is the perfect time for eggplants. How about letting Ah Nan research how to prepare eggplants?"
