Forty minutes after lifting off from Geneva, the three-hundred-meter Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser parted the gray winter clouds over northern France and touched down smoothly at Paris Le Bourget Airport.
Lin Mo walked down the heated gangway with his hands in his coat pockets, breathing in the crisp afternoon air. Right beside him walked sixty-nine-year-old Grandma Chen, wearing her clean blue-and-white cotton kitchen apron under a warm cashmere cardigan while holding six-year-old Little Guo’er’s hand.
Behind them came Sister Clara, Su Wan, Chu Lingxiao, and fifty of Sister Clara’s youngest Alpine orphans. Although the Time-Reversal Pure Lotus Seal had restored the children’s rosy health an hour ago, their patched wool jackets were threadbare from years of mountain winters.
“Paris looks awfully gray today, Little Mo,” Grandma Chen said warmly, tucking a loose scarf around Little Guo’er’s chin as twenty spirit-shielded Rolls-Royce phantoms pulled up to the tarmac. “Have these children eaten their afternoon snack yet? Nobody goes coat shopping on an empty stomach!”
“Grandma Chen, I already packed six thermoses of your hot red-date soy milk in the lead car,” Lin Mo said with a smile. “Once we buy out Avenue Montaigne and get every kid three winter coats, we’ll set up your mobile kitchen right in the middle of Paris.”
