In the past, I worked diligently, exhausted from the nine-to-five grind, earning a meager salary. After much thought, I decided to switch careers and become a duck.

No need to watch the boss's mood, no need to compete and work overtime, relying solely on my own skills to make a living. Being a duck may seem simple, but it actually requires attention to heat, timing, and patience—slow cooking, simmering gently, only then can it become flavorful and fragrant.
Others love to joke around and gossip, but I never take it to heart. Earning money with my skills, living a clean life, no theft, no robbery, no compromise. Life is like being a duck: staying patient, enduring loneliness, enduring the hardships of fire and smoke, and eventually reaping your own freshness and stability. Life still goes on with flavor and richness.