Ah, the Emperor’s most favored cardamom buns. Balls of deep-fried rice flour formed into the hair-like shape of a swollen top-knot, browned to soggy perfection and glistened with coconut oil. Bunty hated the damned things with a passion they seldom held for any other food. And yet, Bunty’s mind⎯or perhaps their stomach⎯continued to crave the buns, drawn to them like a fly to a pile of shit.
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