Sichuan Is the Salt of the World

It felt like I was eating a bowl of pickled vegetables that had been sitting out for a while. Everyone who had tried it before had already praised it, and it still tasted great when people tried it again. But looking at the comments, I realized I would never have the chance to relive the time when we all ate it together.

I find pure white stories quite interesting. The female protagonist is with her current lover while searching for her lost lover (or someone she secretly admires). Isn't that ridiculous? She herself is unfaithful; does she expect someone else to remain chaste for her? I really don't understand what she's looking for, what the point is. What will happen if she finds him? Will she immediately dump her current boyfriend? It's hard to comprehend.

Youthful love is unwavering, regardless of background or lofty ambitions. Even the most unassuming dream, like wanting to be a chef, is a praiseworthy virtue. I loved it so much after reading it; I think I'll love every single one of Chunbai's stories. Finally, a shout-out to Chunbai's writing—it's divine!!

He married two wives, who turned out to be sisters. Wouldn't those two women find it disgusting? OMG! Chunbai usually listens to Cantonese songs, is she from Guangzhou?

It's said that Chongqing cuisine is spicier, while Chengdu cuisine is more numbing. I'm from Chengdu, and I like spicy and numbing flavors. I wonder which one Chunbai prefers. I also love boiled pork slices. Actually, I love all boiled dishes, like boiled fish and boiled beef—they're both numbing and spicy, so refreshing! I have a colleague who's even funnier.

Hahaha, a sense of loss, yet also mysterious.

Dear Pure White, I still remember you after all these years. Are you married? Have you had children? Are you still writing?

I wonder if you're still writing. I saw this story in my second year of junior high and added your column to my bookmarks. After that, your column was in the bookmarks of every computer I've ever used. Now I'm a sophomore in college, and I suddenly remembered it and clicked back to read it. I still like you so much. Thank you.

As a Sichuan native, I was quite happy to see this.

The lyrics that suddenly appeared at the end brought tears to my eyes.