"Everyone, just a bit longer, it's almost ready!"
Yuchuan Meisha, dressed in a Christmas maid outfit, yelled at the top of her lungs to the long line of people queued in front of the stall tent.
Zhu Qing folded her arms, standing beside the stove, watching Xia Yu's live cooking.
A Heavenly Craft Wind Box lay on the ground, ceaselessly blowing air into the stove.
And in the large pot resting on the stove was a full pot of red liquid—a huge pot of red wine!
On the table were neatly laid-out spice boxes. Rarely donning a Santa Claus suit, Xia Yu reached for a few spice boxes, murmuring to himself in a voice only he could hear:
"Star Anise, cloves, cinnamon."
"Cinnamon sticks, cardamom powder, lemon slices."
"Forget it, let's use fresh lemons instead of dried lemon slices. Mmm, for a whole pot of red wine, probably one and a half lemons. Fresh apples are essential, sliced and put in, about two, and oranges..."
Besides the spices, the fresh fruits used were dazzling to the eye.
