On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you're frying fermented black beans.
On Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, you're still frying fermented black beans!
Please, big brother, can you stop eating fermented black beans already?
My room, my wardrobe, my lovely fragrant clothes,
they've all been stunk up by your fried fermented black beans! Aaaaaah!
I opened the window not to smell your fried fermented black beans, but to breathe fresh air!
Fresh air!!!
Do you even know what fresh means?
Mom, help! (Bangs the floor and sobs!)
Theme: I have no theme. If I absolutely have to pick one, then it's: Dear neighbor, please stop frying fermented black beans!
This is so cute!! There is an inexplicable cuteness