Chapter 82

It has taken me over a 30 minutes at the herbalists storage to collect all the spices I need to make a proper lunch. The food here has been very bland so far.

Lunch is Peking Duck, a technique that they'd never heard of at the kitchens when I went to get ingredients, hot and sour soup, curried cauliflower and carrots and a side of mashed spiced pumpkin.

Before I was a warrior, I spent a lot of time in the Pack kitchen, and Lycans take their food very seriously. So I've got a reasonably good idea what I can substitute for the missing ingredients this world simply does not have.

Elder Song joins us halfway through cooking lunch, citing the new smells as a reason he absolutely must be here.

"The more the merrier, but if we're inviting more, tell them to bring another duck" I inform him.

"Oh this is amazing. Why have I been cooking when you're capable of this? Elder Ming, stop monopolizing my Disciple, she's got chores just like every other disciple!"