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Yu Jihui: “A Stinking Old Ninth – A Tale of the Coal Capital” (updated on July 2020)

It was about 9pm. It was quite late for a winter

day. We got up and walked together to the train

station and caught a train just in time.

When I lay on the bed, I was a little hungry since

Xi Si had eaten half of my supper. But I was pleased

and drifted into a happy sleep.

Next evening, while I was reading, Xi Si came.

Confused, I said, “Today is Tuesday. Tomorrow is

day for you to study!”

“I know,” she said. “But I came to repay you for

yesterday’s supper. I ate half of it and I am afraid

that you went to bed hungry last night.” With that,

she took out a mess tin from her bag and opened it. It

was full of dumplings. I cheered. Dumplings were

my favourite food.

“Oh, great! Let’s eat together! I still have some

raw rice. I’ll cook a mess tin of porridge with it. We

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