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Wen Bin had that mesmerized innocent look in his face. After years spent searching for delicacies that would suit his Master's taste, he had finally found it.
The mix of wine, cinnamon and Indian cloves in that gluey substance and the tapioca balls, tinier than the ones present in the modern boba teas were a perfect mix.
As the good dog he was, Elder Wen could barely disguise his excitement as he entered the sect leader's office, a fancy lunchbox in hand, hastily shooing away all the guards.
Yan Dafu did not stop writing. He barely raised an eyebrow. "What is it now, you useless annoyance?"
The Master is in a great mood today! , Wen Bin thought, an enormous smile illuminating his stupid face. As he served the Master, the exotic smell would fill up the room, finally making Yan Dafu put his brush aside and look at his old dog. It seems like he finally understood, after all those years, to not bring food at his herb room. Although the annoying habit of trying to feed him was not gone, yelling at Elder Wen was a decent reason to take a break from all that paperwork.
The dark purple gooey stuff inside a delicate bowl was put in front of Yan Dafu. He stared at the weird food and at his puppy, who looked back with enormous happy eyes. Was he tearing up? Holding a laugh as his lips trembled? Oh, no, he was just trying to not show his teeth as he smiled.
"Bad dog. Put your tail between your legs and learn how to behave accordingly!"
That was almost too much. Elder Wen struggled to hide his excitement at all those words pronounced with the ethereal voice of his good Master. Luckily, the scent of wine caught Yan Dafu's attention. With a fairy move of his arms, the huge sleeves were thrown back and the elegant hand brought the bowl closer.
It smelled good.
So good.
He tried a bite.
Elder Wen took a deep breath, trying to not come as he was gifted with the image of his beloved Master enjoying the delicacy, guessing the ingredients behind his closed eyes closed as his tongue tried to get most of the taste of that amazing culinary experience.
In a soft moaning voice, Elder Wen could not help it. He had to say something.
"Isn't it good, Master? I also love when my mouth is filled with balls!"
And that's how Elder Wen got locked up for another six months at the Holy Sect, being allowed to eat nothing but unsweetened Sagu from the floor, as the precious delicate bowl got broken as it hit his head.