[ He inclines his head gratefully to the compliment and answering bow. Wen Kexing, and the surname barely gives him pause before the slashed cupboard draws his attention and he peeks inside. There are spices and herbs, he briefly enjoys a sniff of crushed chamomile petals before searching for spicier options.

He has no idea what would be best and goes by whatever makes his nose cringe the most, trying one then another, separating the shelves as he goes. ]

I confess, I'm not sure what I'm looking for. In Cloud Recesses, where my sect lives, we don't use a great deal more than salt on the mountain. Could you suggest something and I will look for it?