Time is like fine sand, slipping through the crevices of fingers as one tries to grasp it.
In a blink, it was two days later.
And this day was New Year's Eve.
At the moment, Lin Dong was saying goodbye to his master, Daoist Master Qing Shan, and a few women.
He saw worry written all over the faces of Bai Jue, Qiao Bing, and Tang Mu, and he couldn't help but reassure them:
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. I'll be back in time for the New Year's Eve Dinner at eight at night!"
Bai Jue nodded, "Okay, Dongzi. I've prepared your favorite Shi County Potato Starch Dumplings, Shi County Meatballs, Shi County Free-range Chicken, and Roast Goose."
Qiao Bing also said, "I've also practiced a few signature dishes, all set for you to come back and eat."
On hearing this, a ripple of warmth passed through Lin Dong's heart, and he nodded in reply, "Okay, I'm really looking forward to dinner tonight."
He was ready to head for the Shi County Xiangyang Reservoir.
