There was a fresh river fish, some frozen dumplings and a yellow cabbage, all prepared. They should make a great dinner. Fish, seafood, nutritious; dumplings, main food, good; cabbage, vegetable, necessary. To my great astonishment, father just boiled them all together at the same time in the same unwashed pan as he cooked the noodles earlier. The cabbage turned colorless. The fish was gradually torn into unrecognizable parts with bones spreading all over. The dumplings were broken into ugly pieces, and the fi lling was the exposure of dead rats crushed on the street. With such imagination, my stomach felt sick. I had to turn away as quickly as I could, because the scene was just unwatchable, and because the whole mess was merely a creation of father’s anger.