Just as Lu Yuan was having his meal, Miss Conch said, "Unfortunately, Evil Lu."
"I see most of the book titles are novels, poems, along with personal insights on cooking, making dishes, farming, and brewing tea."
"It seems like people of this civilization live quite leisurely lives."
"Almost everyone here dabbles in some form of art, writes down their thoughts, and then publishes books as a popular fashion."
"Shall I read a piece for you to listen to?"
"Sure, go ahead," Lu Yuan said while eating, appreciating the alien civilization's literature.
Miss Conch spoke in a clear voice, "Missing you, with my toes. Digging furiously into the floor with my toes missing you, and spreading upward along my shins, just like climbing the grand Opium poppy tree..."
It was unclear whether Miss Conch's translation was playing tricks or if the literary work was just like that, but Lu Yuan became utterly baffled.
