Steamed water bamboo with cured chicken legs, sprinkled with a few green peas, shimmered golden and bright in the pooling vegetable oil.
Wulong pressed a chicken leg down with one paw, squatting on the ground, tongue lolling out, tail wagging, stirring up gentle gusts of wind.
Liang Qu picked up a piece of water bamboo with his chopsticks, his eyes showing surprise, as he instinctively looked outside, where thick tree shades were dotted with red dates hanging from the branches.
Having a goal to strive for, he immersed himself in hard work, making the passage of time hardly noticeable; only during meals, when he occasionally saw seasonal vegetables, could he recall a thing or two.
It was September now.
