Mlem Chu Do - Chinh La Muon

You don't answer. You just lean forward. Eyes half-closed. A tiny, involuntary sound escapes your lips.

The universe, for a moment, reduces to this: the glisten on a bánh tráng trộn, the sugar crystals on a donut's lip, the edge of a spoon holding a swirl of condensed milk. Reason tries to intervene. "You just ate," it says. "It's not even mealtime." chinh la muon mlem chu do

Mlem.

Then you say it, grinning: "Chính là muốn mlem chứ đó." You don't answer