A Life in Sketches

Tong Tong, don't grab my hand!

Fei Yin, stop fooling around, my pants are going to fall down!

An'an, that's too much. How can you smell me there?

Ting'er, don't use your hands…

Is it the cruelty of reality, or the melodrama of life's experiences, that made me who I am today?

In this age of fast-food romance, what is real and what is fake? I can't tell them apart. I really can't.

Let's witness how "Li Minjun" turns the tide. Will his life be a feast of delicacies, or plain, tasteless rice porridge? (This story is adapted from real events. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.)