The moment the wild ginger dropped into the boiling water, a wisp of amber steam rose from the pot, mingling with the fishy scent of the crucian carp and swirling through the adobe house.
Jiang Rou stirred the broth with a wooden spoon. Half a spoonful of lard melted into the boiling water, instantly turning the murky liquid milky white.
The thin branches newly added to the stove crackled softly. Flames licked the bottom of the pot, casting her shadow against the wall—papered over with old newspapers—and making it dance in flickering spots of light.
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