The Great Feast — Episode 7

All this rich food, daily. Sickening, awful taste. I want iced gold cake. Not soon, kill us all.

Too greasy. No elegance. Can't swallow. Actually, meat's okay today.

Edible. Fills the belly. Oh no. Brother adores this cake.

Now it's ruined. I'm dead for sure. Don't panic. Cake stains, mind wild.

Break it, re-win one plate. Palace rice and mansion ice. Within an incense stick. In time.

Prince hates sweetness stiff. Princess wants refreshing taste. Once cloudy. Lumpy, too sweet, bubbly.

We all lose our heads. Follow my lead wholly. Make iced crystal paste. Water with brown rice.

Rice impure, water not clear. Never make transparent dish. Hand-grind slowly, strain. Leave some gritty bits.

Highness knows at first bite. They're urging hard. Highness makes fusses over cake. One more delay.

All die by sword. Simmer gently, no boil. Boil makes cloudy. Ruins the taste buds.

Ice gold noble for clarity. Double gauze filter. Suits Highness's status. Knead the coffee powder.

Set in duck flower mold. Patterns precise. Edges clean.