A loud screaming-- Coming from the big wok in the kitchen, immediately followed by A stirring Pilipala Located in the epicenter of fire and water, sliced garlic and segmented onions Is still stimulating my appetite And becoming more and more fervent like my desire for food I can't help but put down The unfinished story, creeping Toward your long hair Inside the kitchen, extractor is gasping To suck in the essence from the wok You hold the wok with one hand and the slice with the other Stirring back and forth like making an outdated slogan I stop to look, unable to distinguish The fragrance of hair and that of vegetable odor Reaching out the hand for a pair of chopsticks waiting impatiently A piece of meat at the moment comes right up to Comfort my suffering hunger Inside the microwave oven, the fish Two eyes turn from crystal into white, finally Unable to see the affectionate world In the neighboring porcelain plate of China, two crabs Raising desperate pincers, showing mutual sympathy They never get to understand With no fire and no wok They transform instantly from live darkness into Fragrant redness A pot of steaming pickled bean curd soup on the gas stove Starts to complain in muttering At last it becomes shout of crying stirring the earth and sky But the electric pot silently lying aside Narrowing its single eye with a big stomach of eight months pregnancy Elegantly smoking the cigarette of white rice brand And beating gently with the lid of the pot Reminding us: please hurry to get ready It's dinner time
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