"Delicious! Absolutely delicious."
She suddenly became excited: "Really? Xiaojue, do you really think it's delicious? I think so too... um... I was just thinking, it's so delicious, how could you not like it... come on, let's have a good meal, hehe, I've always been confident in my cooking skills..."
Top-quality rice, very fluffy and tasty, the breeze together with this aroma dispersed in the air.
"Xiaojue, have two more bowls..."
His appetite was extraordinary; he ate three large bowls.
In his entire life, he had never found food so marvelous.
Eating and drinking, time slipping away.
He was wondering whether all this was a dream or reality.
However, he knew that there wasn't much time left. He was no longer fit to stay here.
That night, she accompanied him on a walk.
Blue skies and white clouds, far from bustling life, surrounded by small cottages, and some family gardens filled with rolling red and yellow flowers, neatly lined, swaying in the wind from afar.
