As the first golden rays of morning sunlight rose over the Central Star-Cluster, illuminating the nine newly liberated Public Canteen Moons orbiting the Galactic Capital. Ten million banquet guests and branch-family representatives gathered around the central plaza of Public Canteen Moon #1 in hushed, tearful anticipation.
Above the plaza—and across all 100,000 Giant Galactic Sky-Screens that Grandpa Yao had linked to the courtyard’s broadcasting array—two simultaneous live feeds were playing side by side:
On the left half of every sky-screen in the galaxy played a hilarious. Looping 8K replay of Golden Heir Gu Wuji and Second Uncle Gu Yin spending two hours kowtowing to fourteen-year-old Gu Nian’s homework desk (thunk, thunk, thunk). Next came security-camera footage of Gu Wuji charging into his own vault at two in the morning, swallowing [Grandpa Fu’s 100-Year Extra-Garlic & Devil-Chili Spicy Pickled Radish] whole.
Blasting Second Uncle Gu Yin across the bare stone floor with thirty feet of garlic-chili dragon breath while his lips inflated like twin red sausages!
Across the Galactic Capital and the thirty-six branch star systems, nineteen trillion citizens were laughing so hard over their morning soy milk and fried dough sticks that teahouse roofs nearly lifted off their beams!
Yet when everyone looked at the right half of the sky-screens—showing the live stage directly in front of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard] on Public Canteen Moon #1. The laughter across the galaxy quieted into deep, solemn emotion.
