WHOOSH...
RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE...
A breeze swept across the surface of Bibo Lake. As it blew ashore, it rustled the trees along the bank, making them whisper and sigh.
In the shade of a large, leafy tree, the pot hanging over the campfire swayed back and forth in the strong gust of wind, letting out a soft, creaking sound.
Lin Li, sitting on a small stool, patted his stomach. He was about seventy percent full from his lunch.
He pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, then stood up to clear the dishes. He carried the used tableware to the edge of the lake to wash them.
SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH...
He squeezed out a bit of dish soap to clean the grease off the tableware, then rinsed them with the cool lake water.
White foam appeared in Bibo Lake, drifting into the distance on the rising and falling waves.
