Chapter 9 Summer mornings are the coolest time of day. Qian Jianing glanced at the clock on the wall—five o’clock sharp. She was surprised it was still so early. After drinking that glass of wine and following the Food Elder through his mortal past, waking up again felt like waking from a dream. Tiptoeing out of bed, Qian Jianing quietly washed up, changed clothes, and rode her tricycle out. Today she was selling liangpi (cold skin noodles), so she bought over ten pounds of cucumbers and carrots,…