In Half Mountain City, smoke from cooking rose from every household, and the sweet aroma of fish and meat wafted even on the breeze wafting up the mountainside.
The sounds of children's laughter echoed from the valley to the mountaintop.
Xiaoqing hummed a tune, her face beaming with a smile as she entered the temple. She knelt on the cushion with utmost sincerity, bowing three times to the statue of the god before standing up to clean the temple, babbling on as if she was catching up with an old friend:
"Lord of Thunder God, it's been such a long time since we've caught so many fish."
"We can't finish them all! They're preparing to smoke and preserve them."
"Our Half Mountain City hasn't been this happy in a long time!"
"..."
It was obvious she was in high spirits, nonstop chatting away.
Xiaoqing first said that no one in the city has starved in the last two months.
