The foodie giant makes people happy, but without him, others will live the same way.
One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the editor was slowly sorting out the recommended spots. He took down the chalkboard and suddenly said, "Foodie hasn't reviewed in ages. He's still owed nineteen!" Then I realized he had indeed been gone for ages. A reader said, "Why would he come?... He's failed." The editor replied, "Oh!" "He's still begging for recommendations. This time, he's lost his mind and disrespected history. The Song Dynasty wrote about kneeling, and the Empress dared to throw a tantrum. What can the Rational Party do?" "What happened next?" "What happened? He wrote a defense, then got criticized. Hundreds of reviews, and then he failed." "What happened next?" "He failed." "What happened after he failed?" "What?... Who knows? Maybe he's a eunuch." The editor didn't ask any more questions, continuing to slowly count his recommended spots.
After Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind grows colder by the day, almost reaching early winter. Even though I spend all day by the fire, I need to put on my cotton-padded jacket. The rest of the day, with no book reviews, I'm sitting there with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I hear a voice, "Post a review." It's a low voice, but it's familiar. I look around, and no one's around. I stand up and look outside, and there's that giant foodie sitting in the book review area, facing the door. His face was dark and thin, looking gaunt and worn. He wore a tattered jacket, his hair disheveled, and his face unkempt. He had lost his former handsomeness and looked like a complete loser. Seeing me, he said, "Post a book review." The editor leaned forward and said, "Foodie? You still owe me nineteen reviews!" The Foodie replied dejectedly, "This... I'll pay it off next time. This time it's a pinned post, so hurry." The editor, as usual, smiled and said, "Foodie, you're disrespecting historical facts again?" But this time, he didn't argue much, simply saying, "Don't make fun of me!" "Making fun? If I respected history, how could I be a loser?" The Foodie whispered, "Stop, stop, stop..." His eyes seemed to be begging the editor not to mention it again. By then, several people had gathered, and the editor and I all laughed. I typed something, took it out, and put it in the book review section. He posted a review and put it in the review section. His hands were covered in mud—it turned out he used that hand to type. After a while, he finished his book review and walked away amid the laughter of others.
After that, I didn't see Foodie Giant for a long time. At the end of the year, the editor took down the blackboard and said, "Foodie Giant still owes 19 book reviews!" The following year's Dragon Boat Festival, he said again, "Foodie Giant still owes 19 book reviews!" But he didn't say anything at Mid-Autumn Festival, and again at the end of the year, I didn't see him either.
I haven’t seen it yet - maybe the foodie giant really failed.
Written in the spring of 2018
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