I was in a relationship with Cheng Yan for seven years. He gave his patience to Tang Li's food ordering mini-program, and left "you're not picky" for me. That expired cake on my birthday, the anniversary given up for food tasting—I turned myself into the leftover part on the dining table. Until I pushed open the old table, walking alone toward the Minhai Spring Mountain. His delayed compensation, I said I didn't need it. I slowly learned to order the dishes I want to eat, drink full-sugar tea, and clearly state my likes and dislikes. From the old table to the spring mountain, I walked very slowly. So slowly that I finally learned to first ask myself: what would you like to eat today?