Bought the market at 4 a.m., slept until a little past 9, and got woken up by the bun stepping on my face. I was starving. I checked the fridge—there was half a head of baby bok choy and two eggs left. I just grabbed a bit and cooked a bowl of noodles. The edges of the fried egg got a little burnt, but that doesn’t matter; if it’s edible, it’s fine. While eating, I glanced at the candlestick chart for a couple of eyes—there wasn’t much movement. So I flipped my phone face down on the table and went to wash the dishes. Turns out the biggest reason I cook at home is actually this—so I don’t have to change clothes and go out. Anyone else like me? #下厨日常 #LivingAlone