I have been wondering if I am like a piece of tofu, which has always been pure and white in color. Once it is stained with dust, I can't get rid of it no matter how hard I pat it. At that time, I really wanted to be a piece of tofu that could be mixed with ordinary spring onions and become a home-cooked dish. However, in the end, I made seasoning for the tender crucian carp, and the ordinary life seemed to have become a delicious fish soup~~ One day, Tofu met the fish and said, "Shall we be together~~