That was the old lady’s favorite book on medicinal dishes, filled with numerous recipes.
She would often sit in her garden on the lounge chair, reading aloud to Amelia: “This dish is good. Today, I’ll make some fish for Amelia and cook some lotus seed soup to clear the heat and nourish the stomach.”
Now, all of it was ruined!
Amelia’s eyes darkened, the storm brewing in them. She strode quickly towards the inner courtyard.
A young boy dressed like a masseur quickly dropped the wooden tub he was holding when he saw her. He hurriedly raised his hands to gesture.
Amelia placed a firm hand on his shoulder, her eyes deep, but her voice calm. "Elijah, don't panic. Take your time and tell me what happened."
Elijah had been picked up by the old lady when he was a child. He was born mute and
