When I was little, the only green vegetables I could see in the winter were cabbage, which was bought from the market only after the New Year, and then for years I didn't eat cabbage, and I felt sick when I saw it. The only different dish at that time was sour, except for meat, which is usually cooked after New Year's. But at that time, it was all delicious, and I could make a few bowls of rice with soup. It's about five or six years old, and he's on his way with his dad, he's got a nylon bag, he's gonna buy it first, top of it is green, and then he's gonna tell me to wait in the middle of the market, and he's gonna buy it and put it in the bag. A lot of people at the market are teasing me, saying my dad won't come back and I'll be taken away. I was scared, but I didn't believe that Dad would leave me, so I looked at the man who talked and told myself that I wouldn't leave without him. So, I don't squeak, and I'm afraid that if I say something, I'll be able to take away the sour soup, which is much better than before。