Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 128.1

The honey was in a semi-solid state, with distinct layers of milky yellow and creamy yellow separating the liquid from the solid. Lu Chuan gripped the black iron lid and twisted it open with effort—

The burned scars on his tightened arm sent a faint, ant-like sting, but the unique fresh and sweet fragrance of the honey immediately filled the air.

Lu Chuan paused, then leaned closer to smell it again.

It was a sweetness that was hard to describe.

Like plucking a flower from a lush green field after a light drizzle, then gently sipping it, tasting a hint of sweetness.

It wasn’t cloying at all; instead, it seemed to lift his spirits.

He carefully held the jar and immediately walked into the kitchen, took down a thin, transparent, fine-handled spoon, scooped out a glob of amber-like honey, and eagerly put it into his mouth.

A breath of wind seemed to brush across his tongue, and the sweet, refreshing sensation slid from his mouth to his stomach…

Just the taste of this honey alone was worth a two-thousand-word description!

He made a mental note of this feeling, deciding to write it into his next chapter. But at the same time, his tongue slid over the spoon, unwilling to waste it. He felt it would be too extravagant to eat it all at once; it needed to be savored slowly.

So, after putting the honey down, he turned and went back to the kitchen to find a jar of black sesame seeds.

A small frying pan was heated lightly, and a handful of sesame seeds scattered into it. The sesame’s roasted aroma was especially appealing as the spatula flipped them.

Once all the black sesame seeds were roasted, he poured them into a nearby clay mortar, slowly crushing and grinding them.

Next to him, a clay pot simmered with hot water and rice, and the thick, glutinous rice porridge was almost ready.

He skillfully lowered the heat, and when all the black sesame seeds had been ground into a powder, he turned off the stove.

A small, round bone china bowl was filled with porridge up to eight-tenths full. Then, he added a spoonful of ground black sesame on top. After thinking for a moment, Lu Chuan pulled out a piece of braised beef from the fridge and diced it finely.

Taking advantage of this, he added some oil to the frying pan and skillfully cracked an egg into it.

The egg sizzled in the hot oil, turning a golden, puffed shape as its aroma filled the kitchen. He then calmly retrieved two leftover slices of bread from yesterday and placed them in a sandwich maker.

With the fried egg, braised beef, and a few fresh leaves of lettuce layered inside, the sandwich maker was pressed down—