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Once I enjoyed with my brittle barbecued pork with rice, I broke up with my girl friend.
Since I knew that she will NEVER EVER understand me.
She has no idea about what I experienced in the Hongkongese restaurant.
When she asked me what type of food we should have, I didn't give a fu*k to her.
Japanese? Qinese? bullshit!
I don't know how long I can tolerate for which my girl friend puts uncooked food into her fu*king mouth.
Every single brittle barbecued pork underwent frame and fire, test of time and torture of heat.
They have their biography and backdrop.
What sashimi did? they are just like those naive Bitchongkong, roughly raw.
I hate that I am not like brittle barbecued pork,
who owns lots of wonderful partners, like tofu, bitter gourd, white gourd and, Soybean branch,
and confidants.
Sometime I eat a dish of brittle barbecued pork with rice alone in a Hongkongese restaurant.
I feel lonely and I think that nobody would understand me in the world.
I order a bottle of Zingdao, and look at a cup of the yellow beer,
I hardly look though it, I don't know how much I can handle in my life.
I got lost.
When leaving the restaurant, an office lady was eating a dish of brittle barbecued pork and soybean branch with rice.
We looked at each other, and nodded.
I was emotional since I realised that there is somebody who thinks on the same way with me.
I held my tears
and homed.
She maybe shocked by my ignorance to the promising love.
I had no idea.
By the way, I knew that,
I was a prodigal.