In the night, beside me flowed the shallow waters of the river, and though the evening breeze was cool, holding a bowl of sweet, smooth syrup in my hands, its steamy heat hit my face. Taking a small sip, the rich warmth spread from my lips and teeth down my throat to my feet, and I didn't feel cold at all.
Hua Xiaomai's mood soared with the idea that suddenly popped into her head, and she stared intently at Grandma Sun's syrup stall with wide eyes.
What chef doesn't dream of owning their own restaurant? The place needn't be large, nor the decor extravagant, and it wouldn't even matter if it wasn't always full of guests. Just being able to see the diners enjoying the meals she painstakingly prepared brought a satisfying sense of pleasure.
Moreover, with good cooking skills, one needn't worry about a lack of customers, and in the long run, income would become more stable, wouldn't it?
