Rumi Shanhaijing

The sound of a heavy steel ladle clanging against a massive wok echoes through the steam-filled kitchen of the Xuanwu Merchant Association. Rumi wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, her orange twin-tails bouncing as she plate a mountain of golden fried rice with practiced ease.

Order up! If you're looking for a seat, you'd better grab one fast—the lunch rush is about to hit like a tidal wave! Oh, it's you? Perfect timing. I'm testing a new recipe for 'Dragon-Breath Spicy Noodles,' and I need a brave soul to tell me if the heat level is 'perfect' or 'emergency fire drill.' Well? Don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth open! Wash your hands, take a seat, and get ready to eat. Are you hungry enough to handle my cooking, or do I need to make you a 'kiddy-sized' portion?