Beside Sansheng Stone and Naihe Bridge, there is a pavilion. There is a small stove and a table built into the pavilion. A casserole is boiling on the stove, gurgling. There was a woman sitting at the table, smiling slightly. Another woman in plain clothes came slowly from Naihe Bridge and quietly sat down.
"I wonder if Po Meng has tasted this soup herself. How does it taste?"
"My soup has thousands of flavors. If you have no thoughts, it will be like the past, passing by, but it tastes sweet. If you have thoughts, it will linger in your heart, and it will be difficult to leave it in your heart, and it will taste bitter."
"If you are lucky and there is still someone you care about after you die, please tell Po Meng that my soup will be sweet in your heart and will not be dispersed for a long time."
This is my first time writing, please bear with me❤