“This rain is hateful, just like him, never normal. How could he keep throwing food away while collecting trash like digging gold? What sense does that make?” The sound of her mincing beans and garlic intensifi ed as she complained. “Before, in a fi t of rage, he dumped a whole lot of sticky rice in the open pit. And yesterday, it was the whole dinner. Can’t he just stop throwing food?... The less he throws, the more he may sleep and the fewer bottles he needs to collect... The day he stops may be the day he doesn’t even need to wash the factory toilet... How stupid of him to eat instant noodles instead of healthy food! How cruel of him to let Lotus eat the same junk!”