The afterglow of the sunset showered the windows of the top floor in Jinyuan District, casting a golden light and shadow.
In the kitchen.
The warm light intermingled with the sunset glow, outlining Huang Jun's busy silhouette.
He put plump, shelled edamame and whole, fresh green corn into a pot, covered them with cold water, sprinkled an appropriate amount of salt, and covered it, letting it simmer in the pot for fifteen minutes.
During this brief waiting period, Huang Jun didn't idle.
He took the cleaned ginger, his fingers dexterously flying under the knife edge, cutting it into thin, even slices as thin as cicada wings; next, he skillfully diced the carrots into neat little cubes.
For a moment…
The kitchen was full of the fast-paced sound of "chop chop chop."
Everything was prepared.
He started another pot, poured clear water into it, then put washed ribs into the pot with cold water.
