In the pot, there was a bubbling boil with steam rising.
The pale green garlic chives were thrown into the pot for a test, small pieces of yellow rice cake of moderate thickness were tightly piled together, and the soup was golden yellow.
"Is it ready?" Qianqian poked her head in from outside the kitchen.
Her voice was gentle, completely unlike her usual demeanor.
Qianqian's appearance interrupted Jiang Nian's motion of reaching for his phone. He tossed the phone into his pocket and glanced at the boiling rice cakes.
"It's ready."
Green leafy vegetables were tumbling in the pot.
The aroma, accompanied by the scorching steam, instantly filled the kitchen.
The soup also gradually took on a thick, creamy texture due to the rice cakes themselves. A bit of chili powder was sprinkled, the flavor was adjusted, and it was ready to be served.
After it was served, the two sat opposite each other at the dining table.
