Got Together with Zhuma's Mortal Enemy

The outer layer of the freshly baked bread is still crispy, and when you bite into it, the aroma of wheat mixed with the richness of butter spreads on the tip of your tongue. The flower shop on the corner has just put out fresh sunflowers. The bright yellow petals are dazzling in the sun. The children after school are jumping over with half-eaten popsicles. The wind blowing in the face is full of sweetness. This ordinary human fireworks is really good.