This chapter gave me huge throwbacks to the times when i helps my deceased mother cook. My mother would asked me what lacked or what we need to add, because i inherited my mother tongue palate.
Now, i have quite lots of regrets that i don't asked her to mentoring me to cook.
I never expect someone referencing Soviet Red Revolution, with the tale of Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova as basis. This chapter felt so heavy, till i can't even put my feelings to the word.