A Buddhist woman's lewd remarks: Am I hungry or craving something?!

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"Buddhist-style," a slang term I'm not sure exactly when it became popular online. Today, I just want to talk about men from my perspective in
a Buddhist-like way... Initially, I was a bit provoked by this term. After seriously searching online, I confirmed that I am indeed a Buddhist-style woman, like Carmen, switching between men, each relationship or sex being genuine or unintentional, lacking focus yet also enduring. "What is infatuation? What is obsession? It's simply men and women putting on an act..."
I used to deny this version of myself, feeling inferior and disgusted, yet I never gave up my gluttonous heart, and slowly began to accept my true self. Today's article is purely my own rambling thoughts. Whether you read it or not, I've already written it, so please feel free to do as you please.
It's said that there are four major cuisines: Shandong, Cantonese, Sichuan, and Jiangsu. In my opinion, men can also be categorized in this way.
Northern Shandong cuisine is rich in ingredients, heavy on flavor and color, likes to use scallions and ginger for flavor, and is generous in portion size.
Most of the northern men I know are like this: they like women of all shapes and sizes, mature women and young wives, and they're all energetic (and have wild imaginations). There's only one type of northern man I truly adore: men from the capital city, with their innate roguish charm, the natural comedians of the Beijing-Tianjin area. They lack the domineering nature of some northeastern men, but possess a more artistic flair. It's like eating Beijing-style tripe—the same black tripe, quickly dipped in peanut and sesame sauce, chive blossom sauce, etc., a rich and satisfying experience that leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, not greasy, unforgettable!
In the south, there's Cantonese cuisine, with its not only abundant ingredients, but also incredibly diverse and varied. The portions aren't large, just a small taste.
I don't know many southern men like this, and the stories I've heard are even more limited. They seem quite similar to the local dietary habits, and their temperament, nurtured by soups, is indeed rarely violent or rough. In my opinion, the men here are more about fantasy than reality.
In the west, there's Sichuan cuisine, so familiar, its sour, spicy, and numbing flavors always irresistible to me.
A hot pot for one is called "maocai," a hot pot for a group is "maocai"... Men like this are probably scattered all over the country. Which city doesn't have a Sichuan restaurant? Which corner doesn't have men eating "boiled pork slices"? When I'm craving it, just smelling it makes my mouth water. But I've never actually seen a man who can eat Sichuan food three meals a day; even his anus probably wouldn't allow it, crying out, "I can't be a concubine!" Every morning after that tangy experience, I inevitably have a severe bowel movement... I crave such men, but I wouldn't eat them often!
In the east, there's Jiangsu cuisine, especially Yangzhou cuisine. This is my hometown cuisine, emphasizing knife skills, presentation, and color coordination, with moderate portions and a wide variety of dishes. Do you know what I'm thinking of? What a perfect description of "ample breasts and buttocks without being greasy, large and skillful without being clingy"...
Yangzhou cuisine is indeed very particular. Beyond these obvious ingredients, each dish has its own unique characteristics. Outsiders have heard of Lion's Head Meatballs (those unfamiliar might wonder if it's actually made from a lion's head?), over twenty ingredients for a single bowl of fried rice (it's just fried rice, is it really that serious?), and the traditional famous dish, Three-Layer Duck (domestic duck, wild duck, and pigeon, all bones removed, nestled and braised—please forgive me for associating this with a threesome)... Stop, or it'll truly become a food culture.
I'm the kind of person who, when hungry, still prefers hometown food—it doesn't need to be fancy, just something that suits my taste; when craving something, I enjoy Sichuan and Shandong cuisine, craving that strong, stimulating flavor; when my spiritual world is starving, Cantonese cuisine becomes my lifeline, light yet nourishing, like a fish brought back to life...
Food and sex, this is truly the essence of human nature!
For men and women, how can their three meals a day remain unchanged? How can someone drink only porridge year after year while watching others eat steamed buns? There aren't that many "howevers" in this world; it's just that we cover our eyes, pretending not to see; we plug our ears, pretending not to hear; we seal our mouths, pretending we can't speak. But the blood still flows in our bodies, the heart still pounds, and the brain guides the body and limbs, honestly extending towards those dark, silent places…
And so, when they collide, some are wounded, some merge; some are full, some are hungry, some are anorexic, some are gluttonous…
"Love is just an ordinary thing, nothing special!" Carmen ultimately has love in her heart, but she is also loyal to desire, loyal to being her most authentic self!
P.S.: I wanted to watch *Carmen* recently, and now that I've finished writing this, I want it even more! Be a woman who is not pretentious, not cloying, not affected, and not chaotic!

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