The Great Feast — Episode 8

Only fit for royal table. Simmered over fire, steam-tripped. Set shape, lock the flower. Under-steam won't bloom.

Over-steam risks spoiling. The heat must be precise. Cool fully after steaming. Tune taste while warm.

Neither hot nor stiff. Only then the mouthfeel sings. Straight into natural ice. Ice chill bites sharp.

Thin layers freeze quick. So it's soft and tender. Clear, fragrant, full. Done.

Old-style ice cake, done. Scatter osmanthus for scent. Quick. Send it to the young lords now.

Little lord, little princess. Imperial kitchen's special ice cake. Cool and refreshing, taste it, masters. I... I was just checking if it cooled.

Craving it? Just say, no one's stealing. Better than before. I want it daily. Delicious. Cold, smooth, not sweet, melts fast. Eunuch, don't punish him.

This ice cake is superb. Let him make it daily. Why blame sister? Have him make it every day from now. We both love it. No one bothers him.

Thank you, lord and princess.