In this story, a wax bowl of stinky tofu named Stinfu wants to transform into real food. How does he do it? This is Part 3 of 4. The night market had finished and all the satisfied customers had left. There was only the restaurant staff, working very quickly to pack up. They didn’t want to spend another minute around a kitchen. They wanted to get home to their warm houses and relax. Stinfu stayed where he was. From his view in the showcase, he couldn’t see any of the workers, but he could definitely hear them. He heard plates being washed and stacked; and he heard spray bottles used to clean tables. Then, right on time, just like every night, Stinfu was picked up and moved out onto the counter. A waiter then reached inside the showcase and wiped the glass. Stinfu looked out at the lonely, empty night market and wished for a miracle. I’ve done my service… I’ve attracted thousands of customers to eat stinky tofu… I’m done. I’m tired of living a fake life. I know I’m something real, something more than this wax figure. And with that thought, Stinfu saw the homeless man return. The homeless man creeped forward, trying to stay hidden from the restaurant workers. He crouched down behind a table and looked straight at Stinfu. The homeless man’s eyes said everything: I’m going to get that stinky tofu or die trying! Stinfu lit up with absolute joy and sung a little song in his mind. Eat me, eat me, eat me—I’m ready. Eat me, eat me, eat me—I’m delicious! When the time was right, and the workers were nowhere to be seen, the homeless man ran forward to the counter and snatched Stinfu.