At noon, with lunch, a ray of sunshine comes in, brightening the fresh food, and lighting the heart of the caterer — beautiful colours, fragrances, absolute healing. This practice of catching food was taught during a study visit to Cambridge with a doctoral student from Xinjiang, when it was delicious to me who hadn't eaten Chinese food for a long time. When I came home to eat it, the taste was still good, and it entered my winter menu. This time, it was packed in glassware, with a little more euphemism and a little less coarse in the west. And every meal, and whoever changes it, and whoever eats it, has a new soul. Try it, make a unique cuddle