Inside the newly swept ten-by-ten pine carpenter’s shed at the back of the Forbidden Ancestral Tomb, the pair of hand-carved birch chopsticks floated up into the warm golden air above the workbench!
Outside on the ten-thousand-mile plaza, Corrupt Patriarch Gu Tianba, First Grand Elder Gu Mo. Second Grand Elder Gu Sha stared at the live broadcast on the 100,000 Galactic Sky-Screens as if they were watching a ghost tale in broad daylight!
“I-Impossible!” Patriarch Gu Tianba took two stumbling steps backward on the tribunal dais, knocking over his golden scepter stand.
“GuChangsheng must be using telekinesis to move those chopsticks! We nailed nine Nine-Nether Soul-Freezing Nails under that shed eighty thousand years ago, and Butler Gu Gui sealed the mulberry tablet with thirty layers of Blood-Silence Curses! How could a dead remnant soul wake up without a Rank-9 Resurrection Immortal Pill?!”
As if to answer Patriarch Gu Tianba’s hysterical question—
Inside the humble pine shed, a second tendril of golden-white steam rose from the big blue-and-white porcelain bowl of [Dad’s Signature Hand-Pulled Braised Beef Brisket Noodles]!
Infused with Gu Changsheng’s Stage-6 Galactic Homestead Warmth, the aroma of twenty-four-hour slow-simmered beef marrow, crispy lacy-edged Rank-8 Star-Hen Fried Eggs, sweet-and-sour pickled garlic. Grandpa Fu’s thirty-year glutinous rice wine wrapped around the cracked mulberry-wood tablet like a warm winter quilt!
