The next day.
The sun was just right.
A tempting aroma of meat wafted out from the Gu Family Courtyard.
Tomorrow was the birthday banquet for the two children.
Lin Wan Yi, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen.
The chopping board was filled with items.
Prawns the size of fists were still jumping in the basin.
The beef was marbled with clear textures of red and white.
Most eye-catching was a bunch of purple-black grapes in the fruit tray.
Their size was as large as ping-pong balls.
A layer of white frost clung to the skin, with water droplets rolling down, crystal clear.
She had just picked them from the space.
In this age of scarcity, the amount of food on the table could feed an ordinary family for half a year.
Lin Wan Yi turned on the faucet.
She didn't use tap water.
She flipped her palm, quietly channeling some spiritual spring water out.
The cold spring water drizzled over the washed vegetables.
