"Ah, the steps of the Great Wall are gleaming! Such intense gold!"
"Boom..."
"The rice balls are rolling down like snowballs from the high track of the Great Wall... Wait! I suddenly feel a strong sense of familiarity!"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"
"Chef Xia never disappoints! We came to the right place!"
On the Great Wall, the crowd was in an uproar. People had already set up their phones or professional filming equipment, aiming at another section of the wall where the rice ball snowballs were cascading down, and in the footage every now and then, a golden 'snowball' would plunge rapidly to the foot of the mountain.
For a moment, the atmosphere reached its peak.
Starting position.
Xia Yu was still moving wooden barrels, still spreading rice on the white oilcloth, layering dried goods, like a magician from a fantasy theatre group, creating culinary miracles from ordinary ingredients that stirred the hearts of countless people.
Yes, "miracle" is by no means an exaggeration.
