For my student days, I never cooked dinner for myself. I was always lazy and accustomed to the days of eating without even washing my bowls. but now the wind of illegal cooking oil was blowing hard, I was only a fragile person and hence was very afraid of catching cold by the wind.

    So I just turned right and went to the supermarket. Every time I went to the market to buy vegetables, I was always a little embarrassed, especially during the moment of standing in line to pay. All people around me were either housewife or young working girl, only I was male and not too short.

    I felt sick of those vegetables, day after day, always the same vegetables, potato, tomato, cucumber, cabbage, onion… After picking up several eggs and several kinds of vegetables, I went to my little room, cooked, ate it while watching something. After dinner, chatting with friends for a little while, sometimes I wrote something, then took a shower, turned off the lamp, the day was just over in this way.

    Alas, having this kind of days, I seemed to walk into a boring tunnel and didn’t know when I would come to the end of it.