Thinking the flavor of the batter soup was too bland, he added a small piece of cheese to the pot.
Although he didn't like the strange taste of the cheese, choosing the best among mediocre options, compared to fatty salted meat chunks and preserved animal organs that seemed like they came from Hell, cheese was at least edible.
The boiling water rolled like a greedy mouth, swallowing the ingredients in the pot.
The fire gradually weakened, finally drawing back its rampant flames, retreating into the wood.
A simple pot of cheese-braised batter was finished.
Leaving the lid open to let the food cool, he washed the long-handled spoon and tableware, served himself a steaming bowl of cheese-braised batter, and squatted by the stove to eat.
The love of cooked food is ingrained in the genes of the Chinese descendants.
The warm batter was dense, with a faint grain aroma, and the cheese perfectly added a touch of salty flavor to it.
