88 Souls in Rice

When I was a kid, my grandma would often sternly say, “Eat every single grain of rice in your bowl. Don’t leave any of them.” I would look into my rice bowl and see two or three grains stuck to the sides.

It was difficult to pick up a grain of rice with chopsticks when I was little. I also didn’t care. I just wanted to finish my meal and watch TV.

I also hated to have my rice bowl checked by grandma. One day I had to ask. “What’s the matter with leaving one grain of rice, grandma?” Continue reading


Footsteps in the Woods

My uncle hunts birds with his dogs. He goes mainly into the mountains and so he knows them well.

One autumn day, he caught wild duck and my family was invited to share. He butchered the duck himself and made hot-pot. The meat was chewy and tasted unsophisticated so my parents frowned as soon as they had the first bite.

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