Exiting the cabin might be a common act for others, but for Gu Tao, it was a grand event that demanded a sense of ceremony, for these cabinets contained his comrades, the only kin he had left, his maternal family.
"This is perfect now."
The table in front of him was set up as it would be on the grand festivals of their home planet, with a vintage carved wooden table covered in a thick, colorful velvet blanket. On top of the blanket were candles made from sheep's fat and rose petals, emitting fragrant scents when burned, thanks to the special spices added.
On the table, in addition to the traditional dishes Gu Tao had ordered specially for them, there were shared dishes like creamy shrimp soup, fine wheat bread, roasted suckling pig, and plenty of melons and fruits. Five people would certainly not be able to finish all of this, but what did it matter? After all, no one knew what the events about to unfold today would ultimately mean to Gu Tao.
