Li Yun was only distracted for a moment when Du Xuan turned his head. His gaze quickly fell upon the wall nearby, where the names of the dishes were hanging.
The handwriting on those wooden plaques gave him a long-lost sense of familiarity.
It wasn't just that he recognized Ming Lingyi's old handwriting. He could also see traces of his own calligraphic style within hers.
Li Yun's mood suddenly lifted.
It was as if, in this handwriting, he could find a fleeting moment from the past.
After Li Yun finished his lunch, Ming's Restaurant was still very lively.
He summoned Liu Ye, whispered a few instructions, and Liu Ye quickly stood up and headed for the back kitchen.
Shi Mingyue had been keeping an eye on the activity at Li Yun's table. She'd noticed the pair were clearly a master and servant, and had seen the servant use a silver needle to test for poison. It left her with a poor impression of them both.
