Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Flower Creek trotted out of the kitchen and looked at him. "What has no meaning?"
She held a kitchen knife in her right hand and half a cabbage in her left. Her little face was flushed, whether from the heat of the stove or from anxiety, it was hard to say.
It should be explained here that the kitchen in this apartment was in the living room, while the living room where they watched television was actually a relatively large bedroom. Two of its walls were exterior walls, both with windows, and the cold seeped in, making it rather chilly and damp.
Flower Creek did not understand what Jing Jiu meant because she truly understood nothing now. The problem was that Snow Ji did not understand either. She looked at Jing Jiu, her shiny black eyes filled with frustration and annoyance. Learned and wise as she was, knowing many languages, even she did not know what he meant by saying something like that.
Jing Jiu ignored Flower Creek's question and Snow Ji's gaze.
As someone with autism, he now had ample reason to ignore the world and remain undisturbed by it.
Flower Creek pursed her lips and walked out with the knife and cabbage.
Snow Ji reached out a round little hand, snatched the remote control from Jing Jiu, and switched back to the cartoon channel.
Before long, dinner was ready: a bowl of nutrient blocks, a plate of hot-and-sour cabbage, and a small dish of pickles made from some unknown ingredient.
"They were all vegetables handed out on the street. I secretly overheard those aunties saying they were even better quality than what they used to buy, and they're free." Flower Creek grinned foolishly as she served the food. "I also secretly took a jar