The golden-blue light of the spatial sanctuary always maintained a soothing, unchanging warmth, but inside the grand, modern kitchen of the estate, the air was currently filled with an intense, industrialized rush.
A heavy, intensely sweet aroma of caramelized sugar, toasted corn, and concentrated, cold-pressed herbal oils dominated the space, drifting out through the wide glass doors and filling the entire rear courtyard.
Lin Wan stood behind the long, white quartz island counter, her cool eyes scanning the massive rows of glass jars and neatly packed wooden crates stacked against the wall.
She was wearing her comfortable lounge pants and a light linen top, her long hair tied back securely in a high ponytail.
In her hands, she held a smooth piece of charcoal paper, tracking the inventory with a sharp, calculating focus.
