I call this collection of food with eyes open. It is not a delicacy, but a "blind box" of food for the poor in the old society. It stews good and bad ingredients in one pot, and you can pick up whatever you pick up with a chopstick. Of course, most of them are unpalatable or inedible things.
I have accumulated a lot of inspiration, but I have been unable to write it. I have repeatedly pondered the technique, narrative, and background, but year after year, I still can't write a few sentences. So I have an idea. I will put aside the framework first, ignore it, and just start writing. Anyway, my starting point is low enough, and the gap is almost non-existent.
What is written should be read with one's eyes. Take a look at it, most of it is not very long. Some are just fragments based on a small setting, which is equivalent to a toothpick in the pot. The moment the pot reaches the table, it is finished.
Concept: short emotional story