The Grand Kitchen.
The elite chefs, renowned for their culinary skills, were bustling around in a fervent whirlwind of activity.
Suddenly, the steward rushed in with an urgent expression, announcing that the menu needed to be changed.
The head chef looked bewildered. "Changing the menu now? What does the Princess want to eat?"
The steward closed his eyes and began rattling off dish names: "Roast suckling pig, roasted lamb, roasted rabbit, grilled fish, roasted eggplant, roasted chicken, roasted… figure the rest out yourself."
The head chef put his hands on his hips and glared at him. "Are you joking? Our Princess is a cultivated soul. Would she eat things like roast suckling pig and roasted rabbit?"
The Princess's banquet had to embody elegance, with dish names derived from poetic verses. Roast suckling pig—what kind of nonsense was that?