On September 30, 1660, Chen Zhou organized the most lavish feast in the cave since arriving on the island.
To arrange numerous dishes, he specifically cleared out the bedroom and pulled together two short tables, joining them.
Beside the short tables, there were several chairs, reserved seats for Lai Fu, Xiao Huihui, Tizi, Little Dragon Cat, and the three kittens.
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On the 30th, it didn't rain, and looking out at the forest from the platform, there was white mist everywhere, as if stepping into the realm of gods from Northern European mythology.
Chen Zhou got up early, washed up, and lit all the oil lamps.
The cave had never been so bright.
Floating dust danced in the light, as Tizi cuddled the three little ones, poking their heads out from the wooden box beside the bed, lazily blinking her left eye.
The wooden floor of the bedroom had been cleaned with a homemade mop but had yet to dry.
