There is nothing milder than a white fairy to be widowed before one is married once through to the ancient times the walls only a bed all that was left was an ailing mother and a thin little brother waiting to be fed brandish sleeve carry big knife kill the first bucket of gold that pig earns door-to-door service delivers take-out when the kitchen niang opens a restaurant the business is more and more do bigger and bigger until one day the side has been dull man changed a face mother not her short-lived fiance