Ancient town, rain as fine as silk.
Ye Yuwei opened the glass window in her bedroom.
A burst of cool air, carrying the fragrance of flowers, swept in, making her feel quite comfortable.
She saw Wu Jingwen, dressed in a snow-white tracksuit, approaching slowly with an oil-paper umbrella in hand.
"Yuwei, come down and give me a hand."
"Okay, Teacher Wu."
Ye Yuwei hurried downstairs and arrived at the villa's gate, where the latter was already waiting.
"Teacher Wu, what were you doing so early in the rain outside?"
"Precisely because it's raining that I went out." Wu Jingxiang said, raising a hand.
Inside the oil-paper bag were a few bamboo shoots, still glistening with dewdrops.
"The best delicacy here is bamboo shoots, and the ones picked in this misty rain are the freshest, imbued with the spirit of heaven and earth."
"Teacher Wu, you've gone to such trouble."
