Xu Feng found himself standing in the kitchen, a space bustling with activity. His hands moved nonstop, his movements precise and deliberate, almost like a well choreographed dance.
Since waking up that morning and taking the bitter medicine Si had brought him, he had found a renewed energy, even though the sun had not yet graced the sky.
Only his sore throat served as a persistent reminder of the previous day's misadventures, but it did little to slow him down.
He had been in the kitchen since he first woke up that morning and after he had the medicine Si had brought to his bedside.
It was still morning, and the sun had yet to come out, but he had an abundance of energy and couldn't remain in bed. He'd gotten so much sleep, and he felt reenergized to the core, only his sore throat was a reminder of the previous day's mishaps.
