The woman's question came suddenly. Xia Yu, thinking this was some dream, was momentarily stunned.
"The sun, a thing?" he instinctively responded, "You mean sunlight, right? No matter how you look at it, sunlight is a source of energy, power."
"Yes indeed, without sunlight, the growth of everything would likely wither and not thrive well."
The woman spoke softly.
"I believe 'sunlight' has a flavor, what do you think?"
"Uh..."
Xia Yu was taken aback.
The thought that 'sunlight' has a flavor, based on real-life experience, how could he dare to answer "yes" to such a notion.
This was a challenge to his worldview.
"I mean, in cooking, 'sunlight' can also be a flavorful seasoning." The woman, as if reading the shock and bewilderment on Xia Yu's face, pointed at the bamboo baskets of various levels in front of her, "These dried goods are imbued with 'sunlight', giving them a golden hue, called golden ingredients."
