When a comfort-food blogger meets a cool, aloof cardiac surgeon, love begins with a bowl of brown sugar, ginger, and red date cake in the middle of the night.
Su Wan's "Late-Night Food Journal" records the warm flavors of home cooking, while beneath Lu Shi's white coat lies a secret longing for the comforts of everyday life. A chance encounter when his blood sugar drops leaves his stomach remembering her cooking; a comment on a recipe for soothing the stomach has her camera starting to follow his every move.
From midnight meal deliveries to awkwardly helping out in the kitchen, from a chili pepper dispute at the market to a confession made with sugared roses, the two slowly come to understand each other's hearts amid the clatter of pots and pans. There are no grand, passionate vows, only a note saying, "Remember to eat on time today, too," and the silhouette of them embracing in the sunset.
This is a prescription for a racing heart, written with food: soothing your stomach, warming your heart, and promising you a lifetime of meals through every season.
It's quite good-looking, with no vicious male and female partners, all sweet and no cruelty, and it feels like the kind of love that flows slowly and slowly. The article has less than 200,000 words, so you can read it quickly.
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