Chapter 73

Then, his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had tasted something extraordinary. The meat in his mouth was more tender and succulent than the red date and sticky rice cakes his mother made, and more sweet and fragrant than the sugar figurines sold at the shops on West Street. Most importantly, the rich aroma filled his mouth and whetted his appetite so thoroughly that one bite simply wasn't enough; he now wished he could grab the uncut braised meat from the stall and gnaw on it right there. "Meat! I want meat!" The child’s clamor made the passersby, who had been craning their necks in anticipation, stop once again.