In Shu City, Bai Lu and Bai Yun were in a one-bedroom apartment Luofeng had arranged for them. It was located in an old residential complex imbued with a sense of history.
In the living room, a sickly Bai Yun was wrapping dumplings, but her complexion had improved considerably since Luofeng had last seen her.
Bai Lu was diligently recording information, mainly about the various types of vegetables and meats from the surrounding wet market—their freshness, taste, and other details.
The thirty-five-inch LCD TV in the living room was on, broadcasting the New Year's Eve gala.
Although the sketches weren't very funny, Bai Yun and Bai Lu laughed heartily. After all, how could they have a TV in the mountains? Bai Yun, especially, watched with great interest.
"By the way, Mom, what did you think of the onions we ate tonight?"
Bai Yun considered for a moment, then shook her head. "I didn't think they tasted very good."
