The next day.
The sun was just right.
A tantalizing aroma of meat wafted out from the Gu Family Courtyard.
Tomorrow was the first birthday celebration for the two children.
Lin Wan Yi was wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen.
The counter was filled with things.
Prawns the size of fists were still bouncing in a basin.
Beef with clear marbling, red and white intertwined.
Most striking was the bunch of grapes in the fruit bowl, so dark purple they were almost black.
Each was as large as a ping-pong ball.
A layer of white frost clung to the skin, with water droplets rolling down, crystal clear.
She had just picked these from her space.
In this era of scarcity, this table of food could last an ordinary family half a year.
Lin Wan Yi turned on the faucet.
She didn't use the tap water.
With a flip of her hand, she quietly drew out a stream of spiritual spring water.
The clear spring water sprinkled over the washed vegetables.
