Chapter 127: A Street Market Discovery ( pt 2 )
Marron, flustered and laughing—actually laughing—let herself be shepherded to the photo area. The dwarf handed her a new, perfectly intact pancake for the picture, and someone in the crowd snapped the shot with a magical photo crystal.
When she finally bit into the pancake, the cheese was perfect: creamy, salty, rich. The pancake itself was good but not extraordinary. Standard recipe, well-executed.
But the experience...
The game, the crowd, the photo, the celebration...had made it memorable. Had made it matter in a way that went beyond taste.
This was presentation too, Marron realized. Not just how food looked, but how it made people feel. The story around it. The moment it created.
"Forty-seven centimeters!" Lucy was practically vibrating with excitement. "That was amazing!"
"I got lucky," Marron said, but she was smiling as she said it.
"No such thing as luck with cheese," the dwarf said, winking. "That was pure skill. You work with food?"
"Trying to," Marron admitted.
"Keep trying. You’ve got good hands." He nodded toward the market. "Walk around. See what folks are doing. Best education in the world, these streets."
Marron wandered deeper, and the more she looked, the more she saw it: beauty woven into simplicity. Practicality made playful.
A noodle cart where the bowls were served with chopsticks that had little carved animals on the ends—rabbits, foxes, birds—so customers could choose their favorite.
A dumpling stand where each steamer basket was lined with leaves in different colors, creating a rainbow effect when they opened them all at once.
A tea vendor who drew simple designs in the foam—not elaborate latte art, but tiny hearts and stars that took seconds but made people smile.
None of it was pretentious. None of it sacrificed function for form. But all of it showed care. Showed that someone had thought about the experience, not just the eating.
She stopped at a small cart with a painted sign: Millie’s Moon Cakes.
The cart itself was beautiful—painted white with delicate gold accents, hung with paper lanterns that glowed softly in the evening light. Behind the cart stood a tall rabbitkin woman with milk-white fur and deep crimson eyes. Her ears were pierced with small gold hoops, and she wore an apron embroidered with moons and stars.
She was arranging small, round cakes in a display case lined with silk. Each cake was perfectly formed, pale gold, with a subtle sheen. They looked almost too pretty to eat.
The woman looked up and smiled at Marron—a genuine smile, warm and slightly curious.
"Are you new here?"
Marron felt suddenly self-conscious, aware of her plain clothes and cart-pusher’s hands. "That obvious?"
"Only because you’re looking at everything like you’re trying to memorize it," the rabbitkin said kindly. "I’m Millie. My cart sells moon cakes with caramel filling, if you’d like to try one?"
Up close, Marron could see the cakes more clearly. They were similar to the manjuu she’d seen in other regions—small, round, soft—but these had a delicate pattern pressed into the top: a crescent moon and three stars. The detail was impossibly fine.
"They’re beautiful," Marron said honestly. "Did you stamp each one by hand?"
"I use a mold, but I adjust each one before baking. Every cake is a little different if you look close." Millie selected one from the case and placed it on a small ceramic plate—not expensive, but clean and pretty, with a moon painted in the center. "Here. On the house for a fellow cook."
"How did you—"
"The way you looked at the press pattern. Only cooks notice technique first." Millie’s crimson eyes crinkled with amusement. "Plus, you’ve got flour under your nails."
Marron looked at her hands—Millie was right. She rubbed at them self-consciously.
"Don’t be embarrassed," Millie said. "Flour under the nails means you actually work. Half the Guild candidates up top have hands like they’ve never touched dough in their lives."
Marron huffed a surprised laugh. "You know about the Guild?"
"Everyone down here knows about the Guild. We get a lot of failed candidates wandering through, looking confused or angry or—" she studied Marron thoughtfully, "—looking like they’re trying to figure something out."
"Is it that obvious?"
"Little bit." Millie leaned against her cart. "Let me guess: your food was delicious, but they said it wasn’t pretty enough?"
Marron blinked. "How—"
"Because that’s what they always say. The Guild has forgotten that food is meant to be eaten, not hung in a gallery." Millie gestured at her own cakes. "But they’re not entirely wrong, either. Presentation matters. Just not the way they think it does."
"What do you mean?"
Millie picked up one of her moon cakes, holding it gently. "See this pattern? The moon and stars? I don’t put it there because it’s fancy. I put it there because when someone buys a moon cake from me, I want them to feel like they’re getting something special. Something made just for them." She set it back down. "The pretty part isn’t for show. It’s for connection. It’s me saying: I care about this. I care about you."
Marron stared at the cake on the plate Millie had given her. She broke it open slowly—the outside was soft, yielding. Inside, golden caramel oozed out, still warm and fragrant with butter and vanilla.
She took a bite.
The texture was perfect: tender cake that melted on her tongue, caramel that was sweet but not cloying, with a hint of salt that balanced everything. It was simple. Unpretentious. But it was made with such obvious care that every bite felt like a gift.
"This is incredible," Marron said quietly.
"Thank you." Millie smiled. "That’s my signature. Simple recipe, but made with love. The Guild would probably say it’s too rustic, not innovative enough. But down here?" She gestured at the market around them. "People line up every night because they know it’s made with care. That’s worth more than innovation."
Marron thought about her soup. About the judges’ faces. About the practice kitchen, where she’d finally chosen a bowl that mattered.
"Can I ask you something?" she said.
"Of course."
"How do you... how do you find the balance? Between making food that’s true and making it beautiful?"