A taste from memory? As if he thought of something, Christopher’s eyes flashed. … Within the Imperial Room on the second floor of The Serenade, there were no attendants, only an imposing middle-aged man along with an older man in a suit who appeared spry despite his head of white hair. As was evident from his careful sitting posture, the middle-aged man respected the older man quite a lot. “Did none of the twenty-something bowls of risotto satisfy you, Mr. Moses?” Noah asked as he helped to refill Mr. Moses’ wine glass. “It’s not that they didn’t satisfy me; it’s just…” As if he was recalling the risottos, Mr. Moses paused before continuing, “They smelled and tasted outstanding, but they’re just not what I remember! To be fair, though, I am being incredibly particular,” he chastised with self-awareness before adding, “But I’m an old man and I like remembering my past. All these years, I’ve tasted numerous delicacies but I can’t forget the bowl of risotto the villager invited me to have all those years ago. Even now, I can remember the taste. If I could have one more bowl of that risotto before I died, I would die happy.”At his age, he did not seek much; his only desire was to have another bowl of roasted tomato risotto. Knowing that Mr. Moses was reluctant to forget the time from his youth, Noah consoled him, “You’re still hale and hearty, Mr. Moses. You might have a chance yet!” “And so I hope!” Mr. Moses replied with a smile. As they talked, the door to the room opened, and they watched as Luna walked in with yet another bowl of risotto. “Oh—what’s this, Ms. Sears?” Mr. Moses asked in puzzlement after exchanging glances with Noah. I clearly remember telling her that it was fine for them to give up on the risottos, so why was she bringing me another bowl? “Mr. Moses, Director Turner,” Luna greeted before explaining, “Normal service has resumed, but would you like to try the risotto one of our line cooks made to see if it’s what you’re looking for?” In truth, after sampling twenty-something bowls of risotto and being let down by their taste time and time again, Mr. Moses no longer held any expectations. Besides, what could a line cook make that the head chef of a hotel couldn’t? By his estimation, he would not get what he wanted. Nevertheless, Luna had spent a lot of effort ferrying risottos back and forth for a silly old man like him. At the end of the day, they worked hard on the risottos and were only offering him another bowl because they wished to please him. It would be unkind of him to send it back without tasting it, so he took the bowl out of Luna’s hands. The aroma of this bowl of risotto was light, lacking the richness of the previous servings. After all, line cooks were line cooks—they lacked the skills of a head chef. Let me take a symbolic bite before returning it! With that thought in mind, he scooped up a tiny bite of risotto using a spoon and put it into his mouth. Its taste was ordinary, and it was nothing to write home about. Sure enough, it did not taste like how he remembered it. Right as he opened his mouth to say something, he froze. Wait! This... This…This feeling... As if he had tasted something familiar, his expression turned into shock and disbelief. Once again, he scooped up another mouthful and placed it into his mouth. A moment later, memories surged into his mind at lightning speed. Clear waters, distant hills, and narrow footpaths weaving through fields of rice—memories of his past played in his mind’s eye like a film, and he felt like he could even see his younger self back in those fields. This is it! This is the taste! This was the unforgettable taste that was branded into his blood, his soul, and his very bones. To think he had completely given up only to have a line cook reproduce the risotto that he wanted! Gratitude, yearning, and feeling full of lamentations for his past, he closed his eyes. The bowl of risotto had touched something deep within him. Lost in his memories and unable to help himself, he began to weep. Deep within his memories, he was unable to extricate himself. On the other hand, Luna and Noah were flummoxed.Is Mr. Moses actually crying? What on earth is going on? Neither Luna nor Noah spoke, for they truly didn’t know what to say under this circumstance. After what felt like hours, Noah finally called out, “Mr. Moses.” Pulled out from his memories by Noah, Mr. Moses stared dumbly at the bowl of risotto in his trembling hands. “It’s been forty years; a whole four decades. I never thought I would get to have this risotto today. Good! This is brilliant!” he announced before turning to Luna. “Ms. Sears, was it actually a line cook who made this?” “Yes!” she answered with a nod. Finally, she was starting to understand that Christopher had somehow managed to reproduce the risotto Mr. Moses wanted to eat. But how is that possible? “Who could have thought? Who could have thought of this?” he sighed wistfully after hearing her answer in the affirmative. “All these years, I’ve been to so many hotels and restaurants. Even the master chef at Caesars Palace was unable to recreate the taste I wanted. Who knew that a line cook would be able to make what I wanted today? Ah—I have so much hope for the future generation.” He suddenly blurted gravely, “Ms. Sears, you must let me meet the chef so that I can thank him.” Meanwhile in the kitchen, Christopher was busy chopping potatoes. He had made the risotto and added the Wish Seasoning. While it wasn’t the authentic roasted tomato risotto, he would have done a favor for Luna as long as he could satisfy Mr. Moses’ appetite. By Scarlett’s estimation, he would not succeed, and yet she was still eyeing him suspiciously. However, he did not care what she thought. She had nothing to do with the making of his risotto and could not sabotage him in any way. “Don’t look so smug, Christopher. Your risotto will no doubt fail to please him,” she proclaimed loudly. Who is he kidding? If even I couldn’t make it after twenty-something attempts, how can he be able to make it after one try? There is no way he could succeed! Regardless, he ignored her. Scarlett could think what she pleased—he knew he had not used Wish Seasoning to show off but rather to help Luna! “Hey!” she called out, once again getting annoyed when she saw him ignoring her. She opened her mouth to say something but Luna walked in at this moment. Without looking away from him, Scarlett asked Luna triumphantly, “How did it go? What did Mr. Moses say? I bet he wasn’t satisfied with Christopher’s risotto!” However, Luna did not answer her question and only said to Christopher, “Come with me. There’s a guest in the Imperial Room who wants to see you,” With that, she spun around and left. Still looking indifferent, Christopher shrugged his shoulders and began to follow her out. What kind of attitude is that? What kind of f*cking attitude is that? Unhappy with his behavior, Scarlett stepped forward to pull him back, but her hand froze in midair. Wait—the Imperial Room? Isn't that the important visitor’s room? Why are they looking for Christopher? Can it be that…