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In the early days, my aunt worked in the People's Park. Every winter, she had to step on the mud to clean the bottom of the lake. She often dug out strange and weird things. Some things would excite people in the small town all winter, such as a dead baby. Later, fewer and fewer people went to People's Park, and no one cared about what was buried at the bottom of the lake. No one cleaned up the mud at the bottom of the lake. It accumulated more and more, making the lake shallower and exuding a faint and unique odor. After my aunt lost her job, she set up a fried potato stall in front of the Heping Supermarket not far from the People's Park. She used a fine iron mesh to put potato pieces on it and fried them into round lumps.