Turning over is like a subway station, turning over is also turning around.
This is not a love story. This is a story about "what to eat" and "how to live".
She only wanted whole pieces of meat, because the pig-killing powder in her hometown was full of minced meat, which was delicious, but she always felt uneaten after eating it. He used to paint glass curtain walls in Central, one by one. After two years of counting, he resigned. Now he doesn't count.
The two met at a food stall in Pengcheng. A plate of braised goose and two bottles of braised goose. They took turns to treat guests and quarreled over whether to nibble the goose wings. It's not a date, it's a confirmation that there is someone in this world who is as afraid of being broken as you are, afraid of being owed, and afraid of not knowing what you've eaten after eating.
Concept: A story about what to eat and how to live.