After changing her clothes, she felt much lighter, as if she had cast off twenty or thirty catties of weight in an instant. She was starving, and as soon as she finished changing, she hurried over to the curved-leg dining table, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and started eating and drinking.
The cakes and tangyuan had been meticulously crafted. They were sized perfectly for a woman's small lips—each bite-sized, capable of being eaten in one go without smudging her makeup. The cakes were sweet, soft, tender, yet didn't stick to the teeth, with just the right level of sweetness. The tangyuan were full and perfectly round. A single bite caused warm sesame stuffing to spill out, followed by a few sips of oolong tea to balance the richness and stave off any thoughts of indulgence. Everything was exquisite.
