Before I met him at the age of eighteen, I was a thief and a liar. I acted coquettishly, pretended to be a fool, and lied to him that I could cook, so that this easy-going writer took me home. But I couldn't cook at all, and the food he cooked was so unpalatable that he fed it to his dogs. He didn't scold me, but smiled and taught me to cook. He also taught me to read and write. He wanted to teach me to write complete sentences and numbers, but I only cared about his money. I watched him put the money under the bed sheets, and I climbed into his bed in the dead of night. I was so nervous that I reached under the bed sheets to steal the money. I watched him seem to wake up, pick up the money and run out. I ran outside in my pajamas, alone in the night. I suddenly felt so sad. I wanted to go back to him. I also wanted him to continue teaching me how to read and write. I took the money and returned to him. He was still awake, but I was trembling and walking on thin ice. I woke up very late the next day and saw that he had prepared tea and was waiting for me.
Concept: I acted coquettishly, pretended to be crazy, pretended to be stupid, lied to him that I could cook, and let this easy-going writer take me home.