"Knock, knock, knock."
"Tap, tap, tap."
The crisp sound of chopping vegetables alternated rhythmically with the duller chopping sounds in the small kitchen, like the accompaniment of a unique melody.
Jiang Cha had already gnawed the bun in his hand down to the last small piece, having swallowed all the filling. The inside of the soft white dough was soaked with the juice of the filling, giving it a subtle beauty from afar, like a veiled pipa.
Well, not beauty, just the chef chopping the vegetables was hungry.
Jiang Feng wanted to tell himself not to act like he'd never seen the world, staring at the bun that Jiang Cha had been chewing on for ten minutes, but he couldn't help himself.
That bun was too perfect!
Jiang Feng swore it was the most perfect bun he had ever seen in his life.
