Maybe it was because I didn’t have enough noodles for lunch, or maybe it was because I hadn’t really had a full meal since someone had been gone for so many days. Every meal is a makeshift meal, and I don’t know whether it’s because the food I cooked is really hard to swallow, or because I have something on my mind. In short, eating has always been something I’ve been struggling with.
I went out to set up a stall in the afternoon, but the weather was not kind, it thundered and rained, and I was really hungry, so I packed up the stall and went home.
Suddenly, I really want to eat shabu-shabu. Speaking of it, shabu-shabu is relatively simple now. You can go to the supermarket to buy some shabu-shabu ingredients, buy some vegetables and meat you like, and then cook it when you come back. I went to the supermarket, because there are only a few things I like to eat on weekdays, so I bought them very quickly, packed them up when I came back, and started cooking.