A teacher asked me to stay with a student in the cookery room. I did, but it was still burning because the rice was at the bottom. The student was cooking chicken and rice with a pressure cooker. Many staff came to ask what happened. It was funny. In the evening, I bought four large potatoes in the supermarket which only cost 1.7 RMB. The seller told me not to eat them (they are dangerous for eating). I’m fasting (one meal a day). Also, because I move frequently, I don't have a cooker. Sometimes I’m really hungry, especially when I haven’t eaten enough lunch. I pace by restaurants and also see a lot of stalls on the road. The smell of cooking makes me think about a lot of things, such as my youth in my hometown. I always feel like I am living in a different world. My accent unchanged, my hair much thinned; None of the children know who I am, With smiles they ask, “sir, where are you from?”