Amidst the boundless morning mist, four horses pulled a two-story carriage along a narrow mountain path.
A youth dressed in a treasured blue robe sat at the very front, lazily flicking his whip to urge the horses forward. A falcon came whistling down from a mountain peak, landing steadily on the youth's left shoulder. The youth removed the slip of paper tied to the falcon's leg, unfolded it absentmindedly for a quick glance, and then turned his head to call out loudly to the people inside the carriage, "Hey, Li Lianhua, this is a letter from A-Fei. He's asking in here if I have any news of you."
"Does this kid A-Fei have nothing proper to do? The reigning Number One in the World is certainly a busybody with too much time on his hands." With a recipe book in one hand, Li Lianhua readied a spoonful of salt to drop into the steaming pot. But just as he scooped it from the jar and was about to add it in, Bai Buyu, standing right beside him, pressed her hand down with lightning speed.
Chapter 51