Since I couldn’t conjure buns, I honored my promise and brought Run Yu to a breakfast stall. After changing our appearance and concealing our immortal aura, we finally found a place that looked acceptable. Just as we sat down, we heard someone cry, “Waiter, I’ll have four buns!” [Tn: Here, waiter is literally “little second.”]
“Coming right up!” The waiter swung his dish towel over his shoulder and scurried over with a steamer basket. Continue reading “Ashes of Love Ch. 25”
From the Eye of the Snail 