Although Pear Blossom Island was surrounded by the vast sea, it boasted fertile land capable of sustaining crops. Rice, in particular, thrived here, allowing the islanders to enjoy meals as rich and satisfying as those in the outside world.
Eleanor savoured each bite, the sweetness of the rice complementing the fresh, flaky fish. Perhaps it was due to her pregnancy, but her appetite had grown noticeably. Fortunately, she hadn’t experienced any morning sickness yet—a small mercy she was grateful for. It seemed the little one in her belly was cooperative, sparing her unnecessary discomfort.
After finishing her meal, she tidied up the table and turned her attention to a new task—making clothes.