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.