The crackling of the fire in the fireplace resonated throughout the room, its warm glow enveloping the entire house and casting a comforting ambiance.
Jin reclined, savoring every succulent bite of the chicken legs in his hands. The barbecue sauce coated each morsel, infusing it with a burst of flavor that danced on his taste buds.
As the rich flavors of the chicken enveloped him, Jin felt like he was in heaven. The past few days had been a struggle, with only snacks and bread to sustain him.
Being a true Chinese, he knew that rice was irreplaceable. A content smile played on his lips, a testament to the immense satisfaction that the food brought him.
Memories of stumbling upon frozen chicken legs and breasts at the grocery store filled his mind, and he considered himself fortunate.
