C952 Why Was He so Nervous?

Early in the morning, the kitchen was alive with the clang and clatter of pots and pans. If one listened closely, they might even discern a rhythmic, percussive melody in the cacophony.

The aroma of food drifted from the window, permeating the courtyard of Whispering Blossoms and tantalizing the olfactory senses of the palace's ladies.

"It smells so good!" the little girl exclaimed