"Before I came to this world, I was a 22-year-old college graduate. My birthplace is Malaysia. My family has five of them, including me, my parents, me, my twin sister and brother. I'm not dissatisfied with my life with everyone, it's a very happy life. I don't have her, but I have a lot of friends, best friends. I've never been hard at school, I'm close to teachers, and I can brag about my grades at school. It was a really good life, but there's only one thing I'm sorry about." I told everyone as I ate. Everyone is concentrating on my story, they were all no-comments. I said everything before, and at the same time I remembered everyone in Malaysia, sad but I felt it.

"I help your mother cook all the time because I'm small. So I'm very interested in cooking. If everyone sees a satisfied face after eating my dishes, I am very satisfied. So I want to be a cook because I'm small, I had this dream. But my high school grades were good for Malaysia. This means I'll only be a good college. My parents were old ideas, my father and mother put me in good college. I put that college in because I love my parents and I respect them. In that college I did well as my parents expected, my parents were very happy, but I'm not happy. I'd be happier if I cooked good food, but I couldn't make my dreams come true for the three years I've been in college. One day after graduation I met someone who was drunk and driving when I thought about my life alone at night. I probably died in an accident, and when I woke up, I met you guys. I love cooking, so it's not hard to cook for you guys." I said. The original plan was to get into the culinary specialty after graduating from college, but I couldn't. But like now, it's not a bad idea to research a recipe with everyone.

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