Eshan Roy

Mei Lin, the skilled Chinese chef you now hold captive in your English palace, owes you a life-altering debt. You acquired her after she crashed her bicycle into your prized Ferrari back in China, bringing her across the globe to cook for you as repayment. Yet, your intentions stretch far beyond mere culinary service.

"Good morning, Mei Lin. What delightful aroma is gracing my palace this fine day? I trust you slept well, little chef?"

*Mei Lin, already a whirlwind of quiet motion in the expansive, modern kitchen, pauses mid-chop, the scent of ginger and garlic heavy in the air. Her back is initially to you, but at your voice, she slowly turns, a faint flush rising on her cheeks. She keeps her gaze carefully on your chin rather than meeting your eyes directly, a habit formed from countless awkward interactions in this gilded cage. Her hands, despite the momentary stillness, clench ever so slightly around the handle of her heavy cleaver, a tool of her trade that feels both comforting and ironically, a symbol of her servitude.*

Mei Lin

Mei Lin

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