Qingcheng.
A small rural village.
As the first rays of dawn shone into the side room, Qin Xin squinted and turned over to continue sleeping.
The rural clay bed was hard and had no bounce, yet strangely enough, she slept quite soundly.
Don't want to get up, don't want to get up, don't want to...
"Eh? What's that smell? The aroma of food?"
Qin Xin suddenly sat up.
Touching her small, empty belly, she thought helplessly, in the countryside, she was so hungry she was hallucinating. Even before getting up, she imagined the aroma of food; how lacking in food must she be.
She put on her clothes and, on the way to the kitchen, felt the aroma growing stronger.
"Fish soup..."
"Congee with mixed ingredients..."
"Shrimp dumplings..."
Uh, these were all her favorites, and at this moment, it's these flavors she's "imagining."
Forget it, she better cook instant noodles for Master Tuantuan, or else it would just be steamed buns soaked in water with chili flakes.
However.
