Upon hearing Oscar's sudden question, William Wang froze for a moment. Then, a flicker of reminiscence and greed flashed through his eyes. He involuntarily extended his tongue to lick his dry lips, his face displaying a ravenous expression, as he hesitantly said, "Almost two years, I think."
"Two years..." Oscar softly repeated the timeframe, fully immersed in his memories. After a long pause, he finally said slowly, "These past years, I wonder if you're still as skilled as before. Since everyone is here today, let's taste that Dragon and Phoenix Soup again."
"Got it, Brother Jun! The materials are readily available here, and it'll be easy to gather. I'll start preparing right away." William Wang said, turning to head toward the door.
However, he hadn't taken more than two steps when Oscar stopped him. Oscar, in a rare half-joking tone, said, "I'll go with you. When it comes to picking ingredients, my eye is much sharper than yours."
