In the central courtyard, long tables were arranged with meticulous care, draped in pristine white tablecloths and set with gleaming silver cutlery and exquisite china.
Plump, golden-brown whole chickens rested lazily on platters, their skins glistening invitingly and releasing a rich aroma blending spices with the scent of charcoal. Ron tore off an entire chicken leg and dug in with gusto.
With his right hand, he was already forking up translucent, cold-dressed jellyfish—tangy, refreshing, and the perfect palate cleanser...
Chapter 112