CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Have you heard of this vulgar new ‘treat’ that strange mortal has conjured up?”
The question came from Lady Bidao as she lounged on her side under the portico roof of Lady Shian’s home. Her hostess sat near her at the low table with a teacup in hand.
Shian paused in her drinking and wrinkled her nose. “You mean what those children are talking about? I am surprised you care what those brats talk about.”
Bidao plucked a loose string from the cushion beneath her and scoffed. “I do not care a jot for those brats, but their mothers have done nothing but talk about it since yesterday. I heard that two of them even visited her home yesterday to plead with her for the recipe, and do you know what?”
Shian smiled and shook her head. “I do not know until you tell me.”
