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“The weather is getting colder and colder.”
“Shall we bring an extra quilt for you, sir?”
“That won't be necessary.”
“It’s not even the coldest yet. At least the daytime is still warm. The real cold will come in a month or two. By then, the mountaintops behind us will be covered in snow,” the innkeeper said to Song You. “And just at that time, oddly enough, the cherry blossoms around the city and countryside will start blooming. Some roses will bloom too. That’s when people often speak of ‘wind, flowers, snow, and moon’[1], and right here, you can see them all.”
“Then I must see it for myself before I leave.”
Song You sat in the main hall, smiling and chatting casually with the innkeeper.
Just then, someone entered from outside.
A little girl, a bit taller than half a person, came in with a bulging and damp pouch slung over her left shoulder. She was holding a fishing rod in her left hand and a stalk of sugarcane in her right, gnawing on it as she walked.
At least she knew the city streets were paved with stone bricks and didn’t spit the sugarcane pulp on the ground, instead holding it all in her hand.
“I’m back from fishing.”
“Oh, you’re back!” The innkeeper quickly got up to welcome her.
Song You, curious, asked, “Where did you get another piece of sugarcane?”
“I traded for it again.”
“Truly resourceful, aren’t you?”
“That’s right.”
Lady Calico didn’t say much. As usual, she weighed the fish and sold them to the innkeeper, gave him one as payment for using the kitchen firewood, kept one for herself, and asked the Daoist to cook it.
“...”
The Daoist didn’t slack off. After all, the main provider of the household had spent the whole day out working and even brought food back. All he had to do was cook a meal. How...
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