The Story of the Hourglass (Humorous Version)‌

The Story of the Hourglass (Humorous Version)‌

The Story of the Hourglass (Humorous Version)‌ The fine silver sand flowed in the glass cavity, like an accountant who had just been deducted by the boss, sighing and counting seconds: "25 minutes, one second less is my loss, and one more second more is my gift!" The chefs in the kitchen stared at the hourglass, as if watching a thriller - the green pepper shredded meat had just slipped into the plate, and one third of the hourglass had flowed out of the chef's forehead: "Is this hourglass equipped with turbocharged?" The sea bass in the steamer was still leisurely spitting bubbles, but the hourglass became slimmer like they had successfully lost weight. When the last sweet and sour pork ribs were served, a few grains of sand were hanging at the top of the hourglass. The waiter's hands trembled slightly, as if dismantling the bomb: "Quick! Put it on the table!" Suddenly, a "bang" sound came from the next table - the hourglass was gone, and a plate of late braised lion heads was brought up. The diners cheered: "Time is money, but free meat is more fragrant!" The hourglass was pressed upside down on the table, and the sand at the bottom was piled into a small hill, as if proud: "Hmph, you will win this time, and I'll let the chef wear ice skates to work next time!"