I have eaten at the dumpling shop downstairs for nearly two years, rain or shine. The landlady never talks much, and I'm never picky. I'll leave after eating a bowl of dumplings and a plate of vinegar. Until that day, she suddenly stopped me and looked weird. "Girl, don't come here again." I was stunned, thinking I heard wrong. She lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of being heard by others, "The smell on you is too strong." I smelled myself subconsciously, but I didn't smell anything. Before I could ask further questions, she sent me away in a panic. The next day, the dumpling shop was empty, as if it had never existed.
