Kitchen Powerhouse

I went to college in 2013, and now I am the same age as Obito who died. If nothing else happens, I will live longer than him. At this age when the second dimension has already been buried, all the former fans are quietly lying on the penguin list and turned into gray tombstones of the times, still unable to become mature adults. Maybe I still can't forget too many regrets, and I still secretly care about the characters and plots in those stories and amuse myself by writing inspirational quotes, like a lonely mouse. This may be the life of a female fan. But different age groups have different mentality when it comes to building fandoms. I have to admit one thing: I did come here because of the awesome copywriting on Hongshu's tweets, so I seemed to have been deceived into tears and thoughts. My heart felt like it was pinched, but it finally smoothed out in the kitchen. As an aside, I haven't been to Jinjiang for several years and found out that an author I used to like is still serializing it. It's a surprise that an old friend is still there after all these years. Time seems to have taken away something but left behind a story. I still feel that words are free golden birds permeating the ether, and tapping the keyboard is the arrangement and combination of captured fleeting inspirations. This is also how I feel about your work, Chef. Keep writing, like a petrel facing a storm.