Chapter 233

Grady stood by the stovetop, patiently tending to a small pot where grape skiss simmered in water. He watched the calise carefully, tossing in more skins whenever the hue began to fade.

Richard had emphasized–more than once–how important the color was. He didn’t meddle in the bakery’s day aday anymore, but for the granddaughter of an old friend, even he was happy to make a life cake.

The light purple liquid swirled gently in the pot. Steam rose in soft clouds, carrying with in the sweet, dean seat of gagn

Everyone working in the studio paused what they were doing. One by one, they were drawn in by the fagate

“That smells amazing, someone murmured.

“Like real grape candy,” another said, leaning over the pot.

The lavender liquid shimmered like flowing chiffon, bubbling softly.

Grady nodded. His senses weren’t as sharp as they used to be, but standing over that little pot for just a few minutes had lef him feeling refreshed, as if that grape–scented steam had cleansed his lungs and sharpened his eyes.

He picked up a spoon, scooped out a bit of the liquid, let it cool, and took a sip.

Normally, when you boil grape skins like this, the water turns slightly bitter–how bitter depends on how mucho din gou use But the sip he took… wasn’t bitter at all. It had a subtle sweetness, with a crisp, fragrant take.

Grady thought, ‘I wouldn’t even need to process this. Just pour the liquid into a cup, and I could sell i as

Sweet, natural, and healthy. People would line up to buy it

“How is it?” one of the workers asked, eager. “What’s it taste like?

Grady calmly dropped the spoon into the sink and replied, “Grape. Now go finish slicing”

This was a two–person job–one peeled, the other chopped

He stared at the growing pile of discarded skins and said, “Don’t throw those away. Make more of the dye and we them for some steamed grape cakes later.”

staff

been itching to suggest it

air filled with the drifting scent of fresh

little pot, thoughts slowly

calm. “Oh my god! Where are all

Everyone looked down, scanning the

from his pocket, and squatted down. The pristine tiles

around the workstation. Some had already begun

quickly wiped the coursters, mopped the Boor, and double- checked that every last ant

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did they come

why so many? You never see ants in this part of

city center. Their shop had spotless tiles and got mopped four times a day. Ants? Practically

workers turned to Grady, faces full of confusion and curiosity.

no answer. He simply returned to the stove, fished out the grape skins, and added in some of the sliced grap flesh.

liquid, slowly soaking up the purple tint until

out through

Grady was sure: if there weren’t people around, those birds would’ve flown straight into

“So many

whispered in

them, a bit startled. Then one of the younger staff members suddenly lit up. He pointed toward

half–bowl of grapes still sitting there. “I was chopping them over here earlier, and the juice probably dripped down. That’s

were way too far

seriously–think about it. The ants all gathered right

“These grapes aren’t normal. Animals can tell. Especially

grew up in the countryside, he explained. At home, they had a persimmon tree. Whenever the fruit ripened, birds would come to peck at it–and the

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