The next morning arrived with a calmness that felt unusually rare in the barren lands.
For once, the Fu household did not feel tense or heavy with any unusual drama.
Instead, there was movement everywhere.
Life.
The kitchen had already become busy early in the morning. Steam rose from large pots while the smell of porridge and fried dough slowly spread through the air. Madame Fu stood near the counter preparing ingredients while Bai Ming worked beside her, occasionally directing the others whenever they moved too slowly.
Zhao Yin stood near the stove carefully stirring one of the pots while Zhao Yue washed vegetables nearby. From time to time, Madame Fu corrected the way they cut or arranged things, but her tone remained calm, lacking the usual sharpness people expected from elders.
The atmosphere inside the kitchen was surprisingly peaceful.
