In front of a ceramic shop, she meticulously selected two simple yet durable ceramic pots.
She calculated that they would be most suitable for storing the pork lard she was about to render.
At the corner, a plain and elegant clay pot caught her attention. Thinking of the rich-tasting soup it would make, Su Yu did not hesitate to add it to her collection.
Along the way, whether it was a practical stove, a delicate medicine pot, or various seeds of hope ready for sowing, almost all that caught her eye were inevitably taken home.
Although her steps were hurried, her eyes were full of anticipation for the future, until she ran low on silvers.
Then, she reluctantly stopped her shopping spree, mocking herself, "This silver, fleeting like water, really goes too quickly."
