Flames?
In VIP Room No.1, Luther and Adelaide were casually talking with Tiqie Xianzuowen. Upon hearing the exclamation from outside, they stopped talking and looked over intently.
The room was well-lit, and the visibility was crystal clear. Everyone saw Xia Yu turning around. Amid the glowing red embers, he seemed to have pulled a chain. Clang, clang, clang—accompanied by the crisp ringing, a pot glowing bright yellow from the heat broke away from the ember pile and was placed atop a stove that had been set up in advance.
It seemed like an illusion; even after the pot had left the ember pile, a faint, undying flame continued to linger around it.
"Clang!"
With a shiny silver spatula, Xia Yu aimed a casual scoop at the red pot, immediately sparking a shower of fire.
Xia Yu stood by the stove just so.
A group of assistants came forward, carrying plates with either dried red chilies, Sichuan peppercorns, and the indispensable ginger, green onions, and garlic.
