It was dark at night, and the sounds of chopping meat could be heard from the kitchen. This was already the third night.
Zhou Shenshen will always have delicious meatballs to eat the next day. The best time to scoop up the seemingly solid meatballs from the soup is to eat them. The crystal clear broth and a thin layer of oil cover the meatballs. With the sweet aroma of sesame oil and vegetables, the meatballs melt at the touch of your teeth when you take a bite.
Every time you take a bite, you can smell the aroma of pepper lingering in the nose for a long time. Oil and meat become the protagonists dancing between the lips and teeth. The soup and spices are the court musicians, teasing the taste buds on the tip of the tongue. The cherry lips that are bitten lightly appear to be scarlet like blood.
"If you love that appearance, I will." In the candlelight, the darkness was so thick that melancholy was sticky, pouring on Zhou Shen's body drop by drop.
It turns out that the flowers in the clouds lose their value when they lose their luster and are no longer fresh and tender.
She never knew the origin of the meatballs until that day when she noticed bright red water dripping from her hands. She discovered that the flower in her hand had turned into a knife...