"The flour is here—"
Shanben Xiaoshu efficiently carried the ingredients back.
This mohawked youth, and Xia Yu, were in the same batch of interns at Chiyoda Shrine, but as time went by, Shanben Xiaoshu had not truly advanced to the special class, while Xia Yu had already challenged the older generation at Mount Tai.
He wasn't wearing monk robes at the temple, dressed like a young urbanite in casual attire. Shanben Xiaoshu put down a half bag of flour and grinned as he revealed a sealed food container.
"Xia Yu, I knew you were interested in the 'Stargazing' dish, so I even prepared salted fish for you. Let's explore the true path of dark cuisine together—"
Shanben Xiaoshu looked eager.
"Huh?"
Xia Yu's train of thought was interrupted, and he blinked, "Salted fish? Stargazing?"
He couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes.
Such a famously abhorrent dish, merely hearing its name makes one feel intense discomfort. Could we stop mentioning it? Ah!
