Xiang Nan stood in front of the kitchen sink, rinsing the Longli fish in her hands, squinting and smiling: "Korean food is not as fine in ingredients as Japanese food, and it is not as particular about the heat as Chinese food, so it is most suitable for mediocre people like me." The sun just happened to shine on her apron, soft and gentle, just right.
Cheng Mo thought that maybe it was that beam of sunshine, those words, and that time that made him fall in love with this seemingly mediocre woman.