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I'm now at Min Huang's house. Do you know him? He is the one who laughs annoyingly, never fail to exasperate anyone. Ya, no doubt he has amused someone, but mostly, the merriment he brings about slowly become a pain in the ass, and eventually, everybody goes berserk.

His house is colossal. The garden is astoundingly beautiful.

We cooked pasta together. Before I started my work he messed something up. He was handling a bowl of sauce when his finger slipped and the bowl hit the ground and broke into pieces. The disadvantage of using a fragile bowl. He cleaned the mess up - well, almost all. Owing to his cooking the kitchen was a complete mess - the floor was greasy, the plates lying everywhere, the dirty utensils taking up spaces...

I helped out by cutting mushrooms - and I managed to cut them, with great dexterity. Then I cooked the sauce - sort of, with the help of the annoying bastard and a walking fish (they are all metaphorical terms) - and glad to say the sauce was a success. At least nothing was charred and the sauce wasn't burnt.

And the spaghetti had hence become a wonderful dish - gladly, or a dish had been sadly wasted. Poverty is out there and wasting is condemned.

And the annoying bastard (metaphorical name) kept bickering with his brother. Sometimes, bickering kills time. I've not bickered with someone for quite a time....

The fish (another metaphorical name) has gone out to fetch Jacky, our fourth guest. He'll arrive here shortly while the fish has benevolently agreed to fetch him from Sri Rambai.

OMG THEY HAVE ARRIVED!!!! I NEED TO GO!!! SEE YOU GUYS LATER!!! BB!!!!