Betty,
have you eaten yet?
How about a bowl of porridge?
Fragrant rice slips into the rolling water.
Lean meat turns into golden strips,
preserved egg does somersaults on the tip of the knife.
Minced green onions,
ginger,
and garlic scatter like flower petals.
Preserved egg, lean meat,
side dishes, porridge in the pot, so fragrant.
A Michelin-worthy spot on the pedestrian street
washes away the morning rush blues.
Preserved egg, lean meat, so fragrant.
Fragrance reaches the depths of the soul.
Five bucks' worth of magic potion
beats all the troubles in the world.
Castro dives in for the rescue.
Pepper blows up the tongue's kingdom.
Soup spoons the saving hand.
Soul slips out right at this moment.
Little lady,
don't rush.
The heat's still getting trained.
Porridge gotta simmer into silk noodles.
Can't eat hot tofu when you're in a hurry.
Darn delicious.
Darn delicious.