The Empress is dead

" Go and bring me some goat milk," Yu Dong told Ye Liu who nodded and then walked out of the house with a vessel in his hands. While Ye Liu went to fetch goat milk, Yu Dong decided to prepare the filling of the meatballs.

Yu Dong did not wish to ruin the new year because of someone like Old Master Tong. She took out the sticky rice which she had soaked in a bowl before taking out ribs and pork belly that she had kept inside the spiritual water for an entire day. Even though the pork, fish and shrimp had been left out in the water vat for all day long, they did not look stale at all. There were no blood clots sticking to the large pieces of ribs and pork belly, instead, they were glistening with a shine which only made others drool. 

Even the shrimps and fish were glossy. 

With a butchering cleaver in her hand, Yu Dong placed the ribs on the counter and thought of Old Master Tong before her hands started moving. 

Thud. Thud. Thud.