Noon.
Ji Tingwan appeared at the door of the cafeteria carrying a thermos bucket.
"Did you really do it?" Sikong Che looked at the thermos bucket.
"Yes! Pickled fish! I borrowed the induction cooker from my classmates. The dormitory manager almost confiscated it. But I ran fast." Ji Tingwan put the thermos bucket on the table and opened the lid.
Pickled fish. Heat comes out. The sourness mixes with the umami flavor of the fish.
She found a bowl for him to serve. The fillets were not cut evenly. Some are big and some are small. The sauerkraut was a bit broken. The color of the soup base is not as nice as the ones made in restaurants.
But hot.
"Try it." She looked at him nervously.
Sikong Che picked up a piece of fish fillet.
Put it in your mouth.
