“It’s Lady Yao’s favorite,” En’en said. She accompanied the remark with a finger to her lips, correctly guessing that Maomao knew what the dessert was. Here I thought she was looking out for Yao! It was cruel, what she was doing. Was this, too, in the interest of helping Yao grow? “Mmm! It’s a little warm, but it’s still good,” said Yao, digging into her jiggling snack with gusto. The name of the dish? Hasma. The nature of the ingredients? Frogs’ reproductive organs.
