Chapter 13: Prosperity "Filtering pearls and grinding snow, the wet mist falls in fine sprays. Refined into nectar, it rises in a plain white robe. Emerging from the box, why fear the square jade might shatter? In the soup, one often sees white clouds drifting by. On vegetable platters, it is often mixed like sheep's cheese. Ivory chopsticks struggle to lift it, for it is richer than marrow. One laughs at those in Beiping1 longing for milk, when the frosty blade cuts through the powdery pastry as they…