York City Docks.
Night had just fallen, and the shore lights shimmered on the ocean's surface, dancing with the rhythm of the rolling waves.
Wu Liangchen was in the ship's cabin, eating.
The meal was simple: a freshly caught fish, a few side dishes, and a bowl of rice.
Although the docks were lined with restaurants and taverns, the Folangji were as famous for their god-awful food as they were for their merchants.
It was as if these Folangji people were born without the ability to cook; no matter how fine the ingredients, they would be rendered inedible in their hands.
Wu Liangchen had this confirmed when he personally witnessed Graham toss a fresh fish directly into a wok of boiling oil to deep-fry it.
It was a dish Wu Liangchen would never forget for the rest of his life, a monstrosity named Stargazy Pie.
That was why Wu Liangchen would rather cook for himself than sample the Folangji's special "cuisine" at the docks.
