I Beg My Neighbor Across the Street to Stop Frying Tempeh!

One, three, five, you stir-fry tempeh You are still frying tempeh on 246! Please, brother, please stop eating tempeh! My room, my wardrobe, my fragrant clothes It's all smelly from the tempeh you fried. I opened the window not to smell the smell of your fried black beans, but to smell the fresh air. Fresh air! ! ! Fresh, you know? Mom, please help me (beating the ground and crying!) Intention: I don't have an intention. If I must, my neighbor, please don't stir-fry tempeh!