Script on wasa pots
After my terrible shopping and what-could-be-worse museum visiting I returned my home, ready to enjoy two little dumplings.
Awful as it could be! The bigger one was still crying out its heart--seemed as its buttom skin was being burnt for hours during my absence.
Maybe I should kill it before dinner next time.
Unlike its sister flapping braids and crying, the smaller one was steady, twitching occasionally. Was it over?
It turned out fire burnt through its buttom and consequently paste falled down and put out the fire.
So this one was stucked in this status without being killed? A easy death was more desirable to it.
But unfortunately its paste got polluted, I never knew what this smaller one tastes.