Re-birth: The Beginning after the End - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: REVELATION?

Her mother’s fingers traced the edge of a leaf with unusual tenderness, as if sharing a secret with an old friend. There was something in her touch, a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, though Li Hua had never thought to question it before. “Each plant has its own story, its own essence,” her mother said softly, her voice carrying a subtle resonance that made the vegetables in the basket seem to quiver with recognition. “Understanding their harmonies is… a special gift.”

Li Hao, still stirring the wok, couldn’t help but lean in with interest, watching this interaction between his mother and sister. He’d always known their mother had a special touch with plants, but he’d never quite understood the depth of it.

Her mother reached into the basket, selecting two vegetables with deliberate care. Her movements held a fluid grace that seemed almost like a ritual, though none of her children had ever questioned why their mother handled plants with such reverence.

“Watch,” she said, holding the vegetables close together. The air between them seemed to shimmer, though only Li Hua could perceive the delicate dance of energies. “What do you feel?”

Li Hua’s eyes widened as she sensed the spiritual essences responding to her mother’s touch in a way she’d never achieved with her own abilities. The vegetables’ energies didn’t just harmonize—they sang, their essences weaving together in patterns so complex and beautiful that she found herself holding her breath.

“It’s… it’s like they’re awakening,” Li Hua whispered, amazed. “When I do it, they speak to each other, but with you, Māmā, it’s as if they’re coming alive again.”

Something flickered in her mother’s eyes—a deep, ancient knowledge that vanished as quickly as it appeared. “Every plant, from the humblest vegetable to the most precious spirit herb, carries a fragment of life’s essence. Understanding their language is a rare gift, but…” she paused, choosing her words carefully, “there are depths to their nature that few can truly comprehend.”

Li Hao had abandoned any pretense of cooking, watching their mother with newfound curiosity. Even he could sense something different in the kitchen now—the air itself seemed charged with a subtle energy he’d never noticed before.

Their mother turned back to the basket, her movements as graceful as a tea ceremony. Her fingers danced over the vegetables with practiced precision: first selecting tender spring bamboo shoots, then perfectly ripened winter melon, and finally a handful of jade-green mushrooms that seemed to shimmer in her palm. Each choice appeared deliberate, as if she were composing a symphony rather than simply preparing a meal.

As she worked, the kitchen seemed to transform around them. Steam rose from the wok in perfect spirals, carrying with it the essence of earth and growing things. The vegetables she touched seemed to brighten, their colors deepening as if awakening from a long sleep. Li Hua caught her brother’s eye, and she knew he could feel it too—the quiet magic of their mother’s touch, turning simple ingredients into something far more precious.

“Now,” their mother said, smoothly changing the subject as she arranged her selections on the cutting board, “shall we prepare dinner? Your father will be hungry after his day in the fields.”

The siblings quickly fell into their familiar rhythm of meal preparation, with Li Hua guiding the selection of perfectly paired vegetables while Li Hao masterfully controlled the wok’s heat. Soon, the table was laden with dishes that seemed to glow with subtle spiritual essence—each ingredient harmonizing perfectly with the others under their mother’s approving gaze.

Their father’s face lit up at the spread, and dinner passed with comfortable conversation and shared glances between Li Hua and her mother whenever someone commented on the exceptional flavor of the vegetables.

After helping clean up, Li Hua made her way to the bathhouse. The warm water was a welcome relief after the day’s qigong punishment, and now that she was alone, she could finally let her thoughts drift to everything that had happened. Her mother’s demonstration in the kitchen had revealed something extraordinary—a depth to her connection with plants that went beyond mere cultivation ability.

“Little Firefly?” Li Hua called softly in her mind as she soaked in the warm water, the day’s revelations still fresh in her thoughts.

“Yes, Master?”

“Did you notice it in the kitchen? When mother touched those vegetables…” Li Hua traced patterns in the water’s surface, her thoughts turning to the almost reverential way her mother had handled each plant. “It wasn’t just about sensing their essence. The way they responded to her touch, as if they were coming alive again, recognizing something in her. The spiritual energy flowing between them was unlike anything I’ve seen before.”

Little Firefly’s presence in her mind shifted thoughtfully. “I saw it too, Master. When she touched them, their spiritual essence didn’t just respond—it resonated with her, like they shared the same origin. Similar to how spiritual herbs of the same family recognize each other.”

Li Hua sat up straighter in the bath, sending small ripples across the water’s surface as the realization struck her. “A spiritual herb… I always knew mother was a fairy who descended from the celestial realm, but what if she wasn’t just any fairy? What if she was a spiritual herb that achieved enlightenment?”

“That would explain everything,” Little Firefly’s light pulsed with excitement in her mind. “Her profound understanding of plant essences, the way they respond to her touch, how she knows their perfect combinations. She’s not just sensing them as a fairy would—she’s understanding them as one of their own.”

“And that’s why my wood affinity is so strong,” Li Hua whispered aloud, though her thoughts continued their internal dialogue with Little Firefly. “I inherited it from her original form…”

“What kind of spiritual herb could she have been?” The question formed in her mind as she watched the steam rise from the bath. “Something incredibly rare, surely, to achieve such enlightenment.”

Little Firefly’s presence dimmed slightly with uncertainty. “While I’m not familiar with the spiritual herbs of this world, Master, your mother’s abilities are extraordinary. The way plants respond to her, how they recognize her essence… she must have been something truly precious.”

Li Hua sank deeper into the warm water, considering the implications. “The depth of her understanding goes beyond mere sensing. When she works with plants, it’s like she knows their very nature because she once shared it. She’s not learning their properties—she’s remembering them.”

As she watched the steam rise in lazy spirals, Li Hua couldn’t help but marvel at how their simple garden plants seemed to pulse with unusual vitality under her mother’s care. Whatever celestial herb she had once been, its power clearly lingered even in her human form.