That day, Song Lan came to understand another life philosophy.
When chopping vegetables, one should concentrate on the task at hand rather than mulling over various distractions.
Zhuang Chi and the others had not been able to answer his question. In the year 2167, a time of culinary degradation, they were like everyone else—able only to eat, utterly incapable of distinguishing between ingredients. Song Lan, harboring a glimmer of hope, finally decided to toss the julienned potatoes he had chopped into the pot.
Perhaps there was never any ginger among these ingredients to begin with.
Or maybe, while he was distracted, ginger was carried away by a wild animal similar to Yeying.
Unfortunately, by the time Song Lan realized the problem, it was already too late.
