The meat in the bowl glowed a pale, translucent gold. It was shaped like a chicken leg but was nearly the size of a pork knuckle, the kind Yue Fan remembered from his past life. The soup was a clear, bright broth, crowned with a thin, shimmering layer of oil that glistened without being greasy. Floating among chunks of green herbs were slices of mushroom and other garnishes.
It had been a long time since Yue Fan had eaten meat. The last time
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