Rotate.
Without the need for any equipment assistance, the sticky surface rippled with silk-like waves, stirring as a small vortex emerged inside.
Carrying fine mushroom flecks, warm steam rose from the milky white broth—it's the sweet aroma of cream and butter fusing together, the mushroom flavor ignited by heat, with the fresh, woody scent unique to parsley.
A half spoonful scooped up, the creamy white soup clung wrapped around the belly of the spoon, trembling with flecks of black pepper mushroom pieces, sent into the mouth.
The upper palate gently pressed, as if laying a velvet layer on the tip of the tongue, with delicacy and sweetness filling the mouth, the smoothness of cream and the grainy texture of mushroom crumbs creating a wonderful contrast.
Miscellaneous thoughts and turmoil were scattered by an indescribable sense of satisfaction, the mind went blank, leaving only the purest, most essential, simplest—
Happiness.
