A few days ago, I went to the mountains for one night to temporarily hide from the rolling heat wave in the city.
At night, I went to see them catch fish, shrimp and yellow eels, which is the daily life of mountain people in summer.
After watching for a while, drowsiness struck, I slept alone in the gazebo by the water's edge, until my family came and woke me up.
Farewell the next day. The host family must let me take the captured yellow eel with me, and most of them think that this is the best thing.
I pushed back and finally said, I can't get these things, you keep them for yourself.
In the past, when I returned to my hometown in the countryside, I would bring a few crucian carp back to the city. But I didn't kill the fish, so I kept it there, and as a result, for a month or two, the faucet dripped water, and the fish became thinner and thinner. Not to mention wasting water, it is also a deep sin. In the end, he drove the bucket and poured it into the river.
From then on, I never brought living things with me home.
I'm not entirely vegetarian.
Nor is there any objection to what people eat. I just don't eat dog meat and don't prefer native chicken and duck. I don't want to let people cook it now and then point to the thin layer of yellow soup and say that this chicken is really good.
I think the broiler chicken, duck, egg and fish pieces in the supermarket are pretty good.
Where there are many differences in blowing.
I'm just such a person with little appetite. Eat seven points full of rice, and eat eight points of vegetarian food.
That's my goal.
Continue to be self-disciplined.
