My sister-in-law came to my house for confinement. My mother-in-law stewed the duck I had raised for ten years. I broke down and cried. It was the only thing my mother left for me before she passed away. My mother-in-law said I was hypocritical. That night, a duck fairy appeared in my dream. He was deeply moved by the love between humans and ducks and gave me a chance to resurrect anyone. I thought of the steaming pot of duck soup and wrote "Yang Fati" on the resurrection column without hesitation. That was the name of my husband's grandmother.
