Ning Zhuo said, "This soup gleams with silver light and hints of ginkgo. The most likely candidate is the Silver Feather Perching Bird."
Shuangjing's face broke into a faint smile. "Military Adviser Ning really has outstanding strategies, your guess is accurate."
After saying this, he spoke no more.
Ning Zhuo felt slightly puzzled since Shuangjing's previous invitation had been warm and friendly, clearly aiming for closeness. However, after attending the banquet, he began to behave more reservedly.
It seemed that without external threats and dressed in a brocade robe, Shuangjing reverted to the role of a noble family's scion.
The second dish was promptly served at the round table.
It was a roasted dish.
A blossoming flower displayed a roasted chicken in its center.
Ning Zhuo identified it and realized it wasn't roasted chicken, but roasted bird.
The bird's surface was glazed with honey, garnished with cherries and cherry blossoms, presenting a romantic appeal.
