For as long as I can remember, I have been living in a house. When I was thirsty, I had to fetch water by myself, or when there was no one on my back. When I was hungry, I tasted the wild grass or wild vegetables on the mountains and fainted. I usually lay down and woke up, sometimes for half a day, sometimes for a whole day.
As long as it tastes good and I don't faint, I will not only draw it, but also standardize its appearance, whether it tastes good or not, and what will happen to my body after eating it?
Over time, I had a lot of food, which no one in the village would eat, so no one would compete with me.
This day, I tasted a fruit and fainted, and I started dreaming again.
