Good afternoon, brothers. Have you eaten? Today, I had leftovers again. I ate some millet cake from a few days ago, which dried out, so I soaked it in water to soften it again. The soup was made from leftover chicken scraps from some time ago. I was very careful while eating, afraid that the bone fragments would get stuck in my mouth. My dad doesn't let me take pictures, saying I don't take good ones. What I aim for with this account is authenticity; I must show the real aspects of life, otherwise I would lose the original intention of creating the account. What is real is real, and what is fake is fake. The real cannot be faked, and the fake cannot become real. Although life is tough, I still have to live hard.