As a young master in the city, I am usually restrained, but when I am with simple friends, I am unrestrained, nervous and excited. Watching social dramas at night, scolding Lao Dan, stealing beans and even stealing your own beans are all reflected here. In this atmosphere, eating "stolen" cooked beans (in a sense, it is also the result of one's own labor), and the mood is naturally excited, excited and somewhat expected. This can be said to be a release of the soul, a rebellion of teenagers, and a liberation from ethical shackles. However, the beans cooked by my mother made me feel back to my old life. Compared with them, I naturally miss the experience, beans and joy of that night.