Short funny love story: The Love Steamed Bun and Millet Porridge

I am a steamed bun, and my life lasts only about an hour, half of which is spent in a hot, suffocating steamer. I know that the moment the lid is lifted and I breathe in the fresh air, my life will soon come to an end. It’s like a group of fish raised in a pond, whose purpose in life is simply to await death. But I cannot choose not to be a bun; it is my fate.

The lid was lifted, and the moment I left the steamer, I realized that each of the buns around me had the ability to attract people’s attention. So, intense competition arose among us, buns from the same steamer. None of us wanted to be eaten first; the fear of death loomed over the entire steamer. Life is so short; we barely have time to enjoy its beauty before we must face death!

At this moment, a scholarly-looking person arrived. I, along with another bun, was picked up and placed on a plate, brought to the table. At that instant, I saw a bowl of millet porridge beside me. She was the only porridge I had ever seen and also the most beautiful! Her life was even shorter—she had just left her family of porridge in the pot, only to be consumed by someone.

We were placed on the table, awaiting our death. Initially, I was extremely scared, but the moment I saw her, I suddenly wasn’t afraid anymore. I have always been cautious when talking to girls, careful not to reveal too much affection. But now, there was no time for hesitation. If you love someone, tell them quickly, or you’ll never have the chance to say it! Life happens only once!

I was about to speak, but she spoke first: “Hello, Bun.”

“Hello,” I said. “You’re the most beautiful bowl of porridge I’ve ever seen!”

“Don’t be silly. How many bowls of porridge have you seen?” She blushed.

“I’ve only seen you, but I’ve already fallen in love with you!” I blurted out impulsively, not holding anything back.

There was a moment of silence. The scholarly person had paid and was walking toward us.

“I love you too! But I’m scared!” she said.

“Don’t be afraid. In our next life, we can be together!”

“Can you kiss me?” she asked.

“I’m coming!” I was picked up by the chopsticks, and I saw a mouth moving toward me, ready to take a bite. I struggled desperately and slipped out of the chopsticks, throwing myself toward her.

“Whoa!” The person moved back, afraid I would spill the porridge on him. I landed in her embrace, feeling her warmth. She was so gentle, so charming; with this moment, I could die without regret!

The chopsticks picked me up again, and the mouth took a fierce bite out of me. Luckily, it didn’t hurt my brain, and I could still speak.

“In twenty years, in our next life, let’s meet at Tiananmen Square!” I shouted to her.

“I’ll definitely go!” she shouted back.

Another bite was taken out of me, but again, my brain was spared. How fortunate!

“Boss, why can’t I get to the filling after two bites?”

“Just one more bite and you’ll get to the filling.”

While my mind was still clear, I shouted to her again, “Every year on this day, I’ll wait for you—all day!”

“I’ll definitely come, no matter what year or day…” This was the last thing I heard.

A big mouth opened behind me, and I looked at her longingly before losing consciousness…

Millet Porridge

Dear Bun,

It’s me, Millet Porridge.

I don’t know if you can see this letter. Even if you can, I have already passed away, and who knows where I’ve been reincarnated.

When you left, I lost the will to live. I wanted to end it all, but our time together was so short that I didn’t even have the chance to say, “I love you.” So, I decided to hang on for a few more minutes, even if it was just for a few seconds. I wanted to use the last moments of my life to leave you this letter, though I don’t know if you’ll ever see it!

I waited, hoping that heaven would give me this chance.

When that young man took your life, I didn’t even have time to grieve before he picked up several ugly pickles and placed them next to me. I felt disgusted, nauseated, and hateful… My heart already belonged to you, and I could not allow anyone else to defile my body. But I couldn’t refuse; I was powerless to resist. Watching those ugly pickles crowding next to me, trying to invade my body, to possess me…

In that critical moment, my chance arrived.

The young man picked up the bowl and brought it to his mouth, ready to scoop me with a spoon. I knew this was my only chance, my last chance. If I were scooped and torn apart, I would never have the opportunity to say those three words to you.

Just as the spoon was about to pierce my chest, I mustered all my strength and leaped into the young man’s mouth, quickly sliding down his throat, into his esophagus… Before I lost consciousness, I heard him curse, “Damn! That burned me!”

And so, I extended my short life just enough to leave this final letter:

(Here, 1,439 words have been omitted. This is our love letter; outsiders aren’t allowed to read it. Bun, let’s chat on QQ someday, or give me your email!)

I finished writing the letter, and I had already slipped down into the stomach.

Suddenly, I was stunned, tears pouring from my eyes, uncontrollably (maybe because I had too much water content)!

I saw your corpse!

Although you were tattered and torn, your spirit remained. Even in death, your posture was so dashing!

Seeing you soaked in that acidic liquid, being corroded and eaten away, my heart was wrenched with pain…

I wiped away my tears, sealed the letter in wax, and then jumped into that acidic, strongly corrosive liquid.

Instantly, I felt excruciating pain throughout my body, unbearable pain. But I couldn’t care about that anymore.

I swam toward your corpse, wrapping it with my body. I gently caressed your face—what a handsome face, with your eyes, nose, mouth, and ears all squeezed together. I tried my best to protect it from being destroyed.

But the searing pain all over my body told me I couldn’t hold on much longer. The acid had already corroded more than half of me, and I felt my mind growing more and more unclear. Looking at your face, which was about to be destroyed as well, I used all my remaining strength to shout those three words:

“I love you!”

Then, embracing your corpse, I perished together with you…

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “