Chapter 60 Human Fireworks
As a large amount of food is taken in, the dormant taste buds gradually awaken, and the various senses of the body also revive one by one. It is like the breeze of early spring blowing, blowing the ice thinner on the lake surface, and then an imperceptible "crack" sound is heard, the ice layer cracks inch by inch, turning into spring water, flowing, nourishing all things dormant in winter.

The reactivated taste buds can't wait to taste the deliciousness in the mouth. The noodles are as thin as a cicada's wing, smooth and chewy. When you gently bite them with your teeth, you can feel the distinct elasticity. The broken noodles jump in the mouth, like naughty elves swimming around freely, treating this place as their rare playground.

Each strand of noodle is shaped with delicate knife skills, but the subtle differences create completely different feelings in the mouth. Every time the tip of the teeth bites down and chews, the noodles show imperceptible differences in their rebound strength, thickness and even shape. These differences accumulate unknowingly and eventually turn into an indescribable wonderful experience.

The wide variety of side dishes further highlights this point. They may be bitter, sweet, fresh, or crisp. Although mixed together, they each have a distinct presence. When you take a bite, hundreds of flavors bloom and impact your sensitive taste buds.

At this moment, people cannot tell what the taste in their mouth is, because the taste buds only convey one feeling, which is the word "delicious".

What is even more amazing is that these distinct flavors are not chaotic, but harmonious and orderly, with an inseparable connection between them, forming a delicate balance. It seems that if any one of the flavors is lost, this delicate balance will be broken in an instant.

The senses are released, and the mind, which is immersed in the taste of bliss, is invaded by rich and wonderful flavors.

It was like a pure white world that was suddenly splashed with oil paint by a naughty child, who then smeared and painted on the pure white world at will.

That empty perfection was also ruthlessly broken, and imperfect things were borrowed into this perfect world, ostentatiously destroying, reshaping, and creating, rendering this blank world with magnificent colors.

It was not until then that the two of them finally woke up from the beautiful dream created by the taste of bliss. The noisy sounds in their ears came into their minds, making them inexplicably upset and wanting to hide back in that pure and peaceful dream.

Soon, the noisy sounds turned into gentle whispers, passing by my ears and quietly entering my heart.

Zhao Boming opened his eyes in a trance. At this moment, he was not touching the ground, as if he was floating in the air. It was pitch black all around him, and there was no sound at all.

At this time, the first ray of light in the early morning breaks through the sky and falls on the earth. It is like a magical painter who repaints the world stained by ink, fills them with colors, depicts details, and makes the world paused by the night come alive again.

As roosters crowed, human figures slowly appeared on the empty streets, one, two, one group, two groups. They filled the empty spaces, making the empty scene become crowded and lively.

Smoke rose from the ground and went straight up to the sky with the wind, like a bridge made of smoke, extending all the way in front of Zhao Boming.

He stepped on it, and walked towards the mortal world from the clouds along with the smoke.

As we got closer, countless sounds came into our ears, and scenes appeared before our eyes along with the sounds.

The frogs in the pond croaked and jumped around to avoid the boy's attempt to catch them. The boy guessed the direction of the frog's jump wrong several times and cried out in panic. Seeing the frog running away, Zhao Boming subconsciously pounced on it and accurately caught the frog with his little hands.

The two children smiled at each other, holding the frog high up and running happily in the mud, letting the mud splash all over their bodies.

A sigh was heard, and the seriously ill man looked at the doctor who was taking his pulse in despair. The doctor just shook his head silently without saying a word.

Little Zhao Boming hid by the wall. At this moment, he did not understand this despair, but the depressing atmosphere made him feel an inexplicable resistance in his heart.

People who walked into his father's clinic always had a sad face, but how many of them smiled when they left?
Birth, aging, sickness and death are part of human nature.

Faced with Zhao Boming's anxiety, his father always comforted him in this way, and at the same time he was comforting himself.

Suddenly, a loud shouting sounded in his ears. Zhao Boming had grown from a child to an adult, and he looked back in the direction of the sound.

A new restaurant has opened on the street. The young chef warmly entertains the guests. No matter how many people come and go, the smile and enthusiasm on his face never diminish.

The guests seemed to be infected by his smile and enthusiasm, and they stopped and walked into the restaurant.

Lighting the fire, boiling water, cooking, dishes are placed on the table, and smiling faces bloom one after another.

Everyone who walked out of that restaurant had a smile on their face.

Zhao Boming had never seen so many smiles, it seemed as if they lit up the sky.

He walked in subconsciously and ordered a dish. He tasted happiness for the first time, and a smile broke out on his face unconsciously.

From then on, he traveled around, desperately searching for rare delicacies.

But his purpose was not to find delicious food, but to grasp that happiness and see those smiles again.

Those little smiles that dispel all the sorrows of the world and brighten up his life.

Drops of hot tears rolled down his cheeks, Zhao Boming's throat choked with sobs, and countless emotions surged in his heart.

He has always wanted to pursue the ultimate deliciousness, simply because that taste can bring happiness to people and make them smile brightly.

If a taste cannot bring happiness to people and cannot make people smile, how can it be called delicious?

He wiped his tears vigorously and continued to eat with his chopsticks.

This time he ate very slowly. He only picked up one noodle to eat, and chewed it in his mouth for half a day before swallowing it reluctantly.

Because what he put in his mouth was not only food, but the taste of happiness.

Beside him, Qian Rong stared blankly at the noodles in front of him, muttering to himself: "Is this... a token of appreciation? Is it the chef's token of appreciation? No, this is my token of appreciation..."

In his heart, a little happiness spread from his heart, those happy or sad pictures gushed out from his heart, hundreds of flavors bloomed in his mouth and flowed in his heart.

This indescribably complex taste shattered the purity and perfection constructed by the taste of bliss.

It seems that even the fairies in heaven are unwilling to cling to the beauty of loneliness, so they descend to the mortal world, voluntarily integrate into this bitterness and hardship, and reap a little happiness.

He chewed the noodles in big mouthfuls, swallowing all the flavors of the world into his stomach, and also taking the happiness that he had not tasted for a long time into his heart.

(End of this chapter)