"Slow down..." Before Old Man Chang finished speaking, Auntie Li had already picked up a cluster of meat shreds with the tip of her chopsticks. The lean meat, the thickness of a pinky finger, was soaked thoroughly in the broth, with a faint sweet fragrance seeping through its fibers. The red oil spread along the grains of the meat shreds, transforming the originally tough lean meat into something tender and delicious; each chew released a rich, slightly sweet meat juice.
A faint sound of someone inhaling could be heard in the ward. A thin layer of sweat emerged on Auntie Li's forehead, and her previously pale lips were tinged with a glossy red sheen, as if she was wearing lipstick, giving her a touch of vibrancy.
