The morning sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting mottled spots of light inside the room.
When Gu Yanshen woke up, there was already movement in the house. He put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, only to stop briefly at the sight in front of him.
Inside the small room, the gifts like country eggs and cloth shoes that were piled like a small mountain yesterday had been neatly sorted by Lin Wan Yi. On the table, she spread out the stack of cash and tickets he gave her last night, writing and drawing with a charcoal stick on a piece of paper, murmuring to herself.
"...Fifty pounds of coarse grain is fundamental, brown sugar is best if available, have to use it sparingly this month. Need five feet of cotton cloth, have to... hmm, prepare in advance."
