A certain chef: Everyone, today's dinner is braised preserved eggs, boiled preserved eggs, boiled preserved eggs, stir-fried preserved eggs, preserved egg soup...
Everyone: vomit~ (I'm tired of eating it after half a year)
A certain man: Huh? ?
Everyone: It smells so good! (I don't know what I went through~)
Known as the "Little Prince of Love Songs", I turned into a preserved egg just because of my ambitious words to make someone like preserved eggs? What's the point of being thrown into the trash can by someone?
Concept: A story about learning to love