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His face was as white as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were fixed on the sky, the golden color of the egg tart reflected in his pupils, making it eerily bright.

"Master...Master..." Xiao Fuzi asked timidly, "That thing...does it really have dozens of layers?"

Meng Lingyu did not answer...

"Dozens of floors!" he suddenly roared, his voice cracking, high-pitched and hoarse, as if someone were choking him.

"Dozens of floors! That must have been made by gods! Absolutely not human! Absolutely!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder.

Xiao Fuzi was so frightened that he took a step back, hitting the back of his head on the door frame with a loud "thud." He grimaced in pain, but dared not utter a sound.

……

The fourth wave consisted of two glasses of liquid, one white and the other brownish-black, held in clear glass.

The glass used for the walls could actually be used to make such exquisite cups!

The ministers were astonished. Glass had so many uses?!

Could their Great Flame Kingdom possibly produce such a thing?

[Ma Zheng, the stable master: That…that white stuff, it looks so much like cow's milk?! No…impossible! How could there be a whole cup of cow's milk?! Our Great Flame Kingdom's cows can only produce a few bowls a day, all of which are supplied to the royal family and high-ranking officials. Ordinary people, let alone drink it, can't even see it! How could he possibly have a whole cup for breakfast! Absolutely impossible! It must be something else!]

[Hanlin Academy Academician Yang Feng: What is that black cup?! It's dark and brownish, looking like a medicinal soup! But who would drink medicinal soup with such delicacies?! It must be something extraordinary!]

[Tea shop owner Hu Lu: I've sold tea my whole life, Longjing, Maojian, Pu'er, what kind of tea haven't I seen? But that dark stuff... that's not tea! Tea isn't that dark! What is it then?!]

……

The Royal Horse Ranch, located in the northern suburbs of Beijing.

The stable master, Ma Zheng, gripped the fence tightly, and a splinter pierced his palm, but he seemed not to feel it at all.

His eyes were fixed on the glass of white liquid, his pupils narrowed to a point, and his lips trembled, making a soft, chattering sound as his upper and lower lips touched.

"It can't be milk..." he muttered to himself, his voice thin and weak, as if squeezed from his throat.

"It absolutely couldn't be cow's milk! A cow only produces a few bowls a day... There are only two cows in the entire palace... How could he possibly have a whole cup..."

Old Wu, the stableman next to him, came closer, his face wrinkled and crumpled like a rag.

His eyes were cloudy and yellowish, but now they were wide open, bigger than copper bells, and his eye sockets could hardly contain them.

"Sir, that...that looks just like milk...white, thick, clinging to the cup...look, there are even white marks on the cup, just like the milk we squeeze out..."

"Shut up!" Ma Zheng turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, like two pieces of burning coal.

"What do you know! That can't be milk! Even His Majesty wouldn't drink that much directly! She... she..." He couldn't continue, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, like a bellows leaking air.

His brain seemed to stop working for a moment, and only one image kept replaying in his mind—that large glass of white, thick liquid clinging to the sides of the glass.

The fifth wave—

A piece of meat was placed on a black iron plate and brought over.

The edges of the meat were slightly browned and glistening with oil, like they were coated with gold leaf.

The center is dark brown, and the juices gather at the cut, dripping down and making a sizzling sound on the iron plate.

Every drop of meat juice that fell into the air stirred up a small puff of white smoke, which carried the aroma of meat. Even through the sky, one could almost smell the smoky, meaty fragrance that was so enticing it could transport you to another dimension.

[Han Zhang, Vice Minister of War: What...what kind of animal is that meat?! I've fought in wars for twenty years, and the best military rations I've ever seen are dried pork. Compared to this, it's practically firewood!]

[Hunter Sun Dagen: Seventh Brother, I've been hunting for half my life. I've hunted wild boar, muntjac, and lassoed roe deer. The best and tenderest meat is wild boar belly. But that meat… the marbling! The color of that meat! God, what kind of animal's meat is this?!]

[Zhao Xuan, the youngest son of Marquis Wu'an: Sizzling! Still sizzling! Can you hear it?! That meat is fresh out of the pot! Fresh out of the pot! How fragrant must it smell?! How fragrant!]

……

Zuixianlou is the largest restaurant in the capital.

In a private room on the second floor, several young men in fine clothes were leaning against the window, craning their necks as if they wanted to stick their heads into the sky.

Zhao Xuan swallowed hard, the sound so loud that the people at the next table could hear it. It was like a stone being thrown into a well.

"Can you smell it?" he suddenly asked, his voice slurred and unsteady, like a sleepwalker talking in their sleep. "I can smell it... a caramelized aroma... the smell of meat... and a little sweet..."

Chen Cheng, the son of the Minister of Revenue sitting next to him, rolled his eyes: "You can't smell anything! It's through the sky! Even a dog couldn't smell it."

"I can really smell it!" Zhao Xuan's voice suddenly rose.

"It's right in my nose! Right here!" He pointed to the tip of his nose, his fingers trembling.

"That smell...that smell is in my nose! I can smell it! I really can smell it!"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, his nostrils flared, and his lips began to tremble.

"I really want to eat this..." His voice suddenly softened, and he kept swallowing.

"I really want to eat that meat..."

Chen Cheng didn't speak, because his throat was also moving, one beat after another, like a ball bobbing up and down on the water.

Finally, a plate of fruit was served.

It was a fruit platter that was impossible to look away from.

The bright red strawberries, large and red like rubies set in a plate, are covered with green leaves, so fresh they seem to have just been picked from the branch.

The blueberries, a deep purple color, are about the size of an adult's thumb and covered with a layer of white frost, like frost flowers on a late autumn morning.

The deep red cherries, round and plump, with a rich color like aged red wine, gleam with an alluring, almost bewitching glow under the light.

There are also bananas, curved and golden yellow, like a crescent moon, or a scimitar cast in gold.

There were also apples, bright red, round and plump, like the blushing cheeks of a shy young girl. A layer of natural wax glistened on their skin, reflecting the light subtly.

The comments section went crazy.

Completely insane—

[Wen Ren, Vice Minister of Rites: What are those red ones, with leaves, and those small, round ones?! I have assisted with countless royal banquets and am familiar with the official banquet etiquette of the Great Yan Kingdom over the past hundred years, but I have never heard of these fruits before!!]