025 Tofu story

In this episode, I will be reading an original short story that I wrote, called Timmy the Tofu Salesman. As always, I will be speaking with Kuli English Level, with pauses and explanations for hard words.

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03:38 Start of the story
09:20 Timmy's Date
15:00 End of Timmy's Date
23:21 Story Summary

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• 0:00 Start
• 3:38 Start of the story
• 9:20 Timmy's Date
• 15:00 End of Timmy's Date
• 23:21 Story summary

Transcript

Hello, everyone, and welcome back to Kuli English Podcast. It's me, your host, Chris. So today is episode 25, and I'm recording this episode on Friday, September 26th.

And it's actually my second time recording this full episode. I mean, like, including, like, mess-ups. All the mess-ups, I'm not counting all those, but it's like the second time I'm recording this full episode.

Because the first time I recorded, I'm not really sure if you can see it, but, like, in my microphone, I adjusted the volume to be a little bit louder, but then I went the wrong way, and then I turned it really soft. Like, I turned it to be too quiet, so then you can't really hear it that well. And I just want to make sure that all the episodes have really high-quality audio.

So I'm going to have to redo it, which is, like, you know, bad news for me because I have to work harder. But it's good news for you because it means that I've already talked about this whole thing, like, more than once. More than three times, to be honest.

But anyways, so today I want to talk about... Well, actually, what I really want to talk about is, like, my recent trip to Okinawa, but I don't really have an episode ready for that yet. So what we're going to do is I'm going to talk about, like, it's going to be, like, another story-reading episode. And in the past, in this podcast, if you've already listened to previous episodes, there was an episode about the red shoes, which is, like, this little children's story.

And then I went ahead and kind of rewrote it into, like, what I call Kuli English. So, like, easy to understand English that I speak. And then I explain it every now and then. 

I take pauses and stuff. And then explain, oh, like, do you know what this means? Oh, let's review. So the red shoes is kind of, like, more beginner-friendly.

And then there was another one that I read, which is The Trumpet of the Swan. And then that one is in another episode. That one's a little bit of a different attitude.

It's, like, an actual real book that's, like, kind of longer. And then I kind of summarize it yet again into, like, what I call Kuli English level. So this time what I want to do is it's actually not a book that, like, a professional author wrote or anything like that.

It's not a famous person's writing. It's just my writing. So I wrote this in college.

And if you have listened to my previous podcast, not, like, this podcast's previous episodes, but, like, my old podcast from, like, two years ago, in that one I did talk about this, the one that was called The Tofu Story. But then, you know, the old podcast, like, the quality wasn't as high. And this podcast, now that I'm older, now that I have more experience, it should be a higher quality.

So what I want to do is I want to give you, like, a really high-quality version of The Tofu Story. So what I'm going to do in this episode is I'm going to kind of read through the story. And every now and then there are going to be phrases or words that are kind of hard to understand.

For example, like, I have this one phrase here, which is mustered up the courage. Mustard is not like the mustard ketchup. It's a different mustered.

mustered means to, like, to gather. So mustered up the courage means to, like, oh, I gathered the courage. I'm like, okay, I can do this.

It's kind of like that. So I'll be trying to explain those as we tell the story. And then at the end of the story, I'll also give, like, a two-minute version of the story where I kind of retell the main thing.

But, you know, part of the story is kind of like comedy stuff. And comedy, as with all things, like, if you try to explain it too much, then it's not really that funny. So let's just try to have a good time.

And, yeah, I think that should be good. We'll go ahead and get started right after this short little music break. 

Okay, so I'm really excited to read the story to you.

And before we get started, let me go ahead and tell you a couple things. So, number one, there are going to be parts where it's probably going to be a little bit hard to understand. And I'll do my best to kind of explain it as we go along.

So I have these certain parts of the script underlined, which means that as I read them, then I'm going to kind of look back at the camera and try to explain what they mean. But I'm not going to explain too much, because I want to make sure that we can still enjoy the story. And also, some of the jokes, if you explain it too much, it's not really funny.

And then also, I'm going to be doing, like, different voices for each of the characters. So, like, the main character, Timmy, Timmy's going to talk like this, and there's going to be a girl, and the girl talks like this, and there's going to be, like, this old lady, too. So anyways, let's go ahead and get started.

Here we go. 

Timmy, the tofu salesman.

Once upon a time, there was a tofu salesman named Timmy. Almost everyone in the town knew good old Timmy. His tofu was particularly good, because he would always knead his tofu with love, the rarest and most important ingredient of all.

By the way, kneading is to, like, kind of take your hands and really massage something. Usually it's, like, for kneading bread or kneading dough or something like that.

And yet, he would put just a tiny bit more love into his tofu kneading on Thursdays.

And that's because on Thursday, his tofu sales route would pass the town scholar, the wisest man in town, a man very well respected by everyone in the town, including Timmy. But more importantly, he would get a chance to see the town scholar's daughter, Indra, his crush. 

So crush is like someone that you like. So he likes Indra. 

The scholar was often very busy, and so in his stead, so in, like, instead of him as his replacement, his daughter would come down to buy the tofu. And when Timmy was in front of her, even though Timmy was usually quite quick at handling sales, he would find himself unconsciously sabotaging his own efficiency.

So he would basically kind of accidentally, but also kind of on purpose, like, do things really slowly, is what he means, so unconsciously sabotaging his own efficiency. It just means he kind of like dilly-dallys, he goes kind of slow.

As he reached down for the tofu that she requested, his hands would fondle every single other tofu as if he needed to check something.

Fondle means to, like, kind of to touch it a lot, like, ooh. 

And sometimes, right as he finally gripped the desired tofu, his fingers would accidentally slip, despite the fact that Timmy was the best tofu handler in town and averaged a total of four tofu mistakes a year, despite working almost every day of the year. 

So his fingers would accidentally slip, and it's, like, not really accidentally because he might be doing it on purpose, but he, like, picks up stuff and he's really good at it, but then he probably kind of accidentally, kind of not accidentally, he, like, messes up and wastes time, right? 

Okay, so during these sales with Indra, there was always something to talk about, even when there was surely no chance at all of the conversation continuing.

This past Thursday, the two talked about TBT, Tofu Bean Tofu, a recent seasonal tofu flavor that Timmy made, for over 20 minutes. Was there something going on? Then, one fateful Thursday, after a long drawn-out sale, drawn-out meaning, like, it's really long, it's kind of slow, Timmy mustered up the courage to ask her to make tofu with him. Mustered up the courage means you, like, gather the courage.

Timmy puffed up his chest, and he's like, come on, let's go. 

Do you maybe have plans this Saturday? Timmy asked.

Not really, Indra replied as she looked up at Timmy. Timmy had trouble returning the gaze.

He had trouble looking back at her, but he needed to say his bit. He needed to say his thing. You can do it, Timmy.

Maybe I can teach you how to make tofu, maybe. Timmy's shoulders tightened a bit. Timmy looked down, his eyes tightly shut.

He awaited her answer, excited but scared at the same time. Oh, I would love to, she replied. Oh, great, maybe I'll see you at 10 a.m. Timmy was excited but also nervous.

The truth was, Timmy had actually taught tofu making to plenty of people before. Some of them were talented, most of them were average, and some of them were absolutely god awful and should be forbidden from touching tofu. And to all of them, Timmy was a fantastic teacher, easily the best around.

Okay, so here it means, like, Timmy has taught a lot of people before, some of them were really good, some of them were, like, really, really bad, and some of them were average.

And to all of them, Timmy was a fantastic teacher, easily the best around. He was patient, he was kind, and he had a contagious passion for tofu making.

A contagious passion means it's like a passion that spreads to people. So he really likes making tofu, and then when he's with other people, then other people start to catch that, and it's like, oh, I also like making tofu. So he had a contagious passion for tofu making.

As the weekend date approached, Timmy, of course, felt even more nervous. Okay, so let's take a short little pause here, and then we'll come back and continue. We'll also summarize a little bit of this, too.

All right, so let's go and continue. But first, let's summarize a little bit. So, you know, we have the main character, Timmy, and then Timmy sells tofu, and then he likes this girl named Indra.

And then Indra is, like, she's the daughter of a really smart guy in town, and then he asked her, hey, do you want to make tofu? And she's like, sure. So then now he's going to go, and they have, like, this date planned. Okay, let's go and continue.

Timmy rang Indra's doorbell. This was the first time he was here without his tofu cart, and this time he wasn't here to give her tofu. He was here to try to give her his heart.

And boy, was he prepared. Timmy wore his forever tofu teen shirt. It's just, like, the name of the shirt.

His luckiest shirt. And he even applied tofu lotion to his neckline. The smell of tofu cologne was all over his wrists.

If there ever existed such a thing as a tofu stud, it was Timmy on this day. Timmy was nervous, but he was ready. Timmy asked in his most gentlemanly voice, shall we maybe walk to the park? 

Elegant as always, Indra gracefully took her place at Timmy's side as they strolled to the park.

So gracefully took her place just meant like she, like, stood next to Timmy because that's her place. It's, like, reserved for her as they strolled to the park. 

It was a gorgeous day, but all Timmy could think about was how gorgeous Indra looked today.

Hubba, hubba, hubba, Timmy muttered. Timmy couldn't hold it in. Now, you may be thinking that he said this because Timmy is mesmerized by Indra's beauty, but that's not the case at all.

The truth is, Timmy usually mutters this to himself as he walks. It's one of his weird habits that never got fixed since he primarily went on long walks by himself and the noise of the rolling tofu cart always covered this noise. Hubba, hubba, hubba.

He would mutter every now and then. Okay, so to explain this, he always says that hubba, hubba, hubba, but nobody ever notices because he's always got, like, a cart and the cart makes a lot of noise, so no one can ever hear that.

And then the lesson began at the park.

Timmy was so experienced at teaching tofu that he could probably give the lesson even if his eyes were covered with blocks of tofu. But teaching tofu wasn't the challenging part. The challenging part was accidentally remembering that his student was the apple of his eye, Indra.

Apple of his eye just means, like, someone that he likes. Apple of your eye, apple of my eye.

As with any tofu student, after making a batch of tofu, she would look up brightly to Timmy for feedback.

How's my tofu? Oh, sorry. How's my tofu? She would ask earnestly. Her eyes always shine bright with hope.

Timmy would often be caught off guard. Off guard meaning, like, he wasn't ready. Timmy would be caught not ready.

He was surprised. If he made eye contact with Indra, Timmy would flush red, his face gets red, and find himself unable to properly compliment her tofu. Complementing her tofu was hard for two reasons.

Number one, it was Indra. And Timmy struggled to speak in front of her. You know, because he's nervous.

But second, Indra's tofu was truly awful. There were only two other people that had made tofu this bad before. One of them was someone who was unable to move their wrists due to a rare disease.

Okay, so they can't move their wrists. And the other had lost eight fingers from the war. So there's someone else who, like, had all ten fingers, and then he lost eight fingers.

So it only has two fingers. And that guy makes tofu about the same level as Indra. Let's continue.

As with Indra, as with, sorry, as for Indra, as with all aspiring tofu-making students, she sought approval from her tofu sensei. But each time she finished a tofu batch and looked at her tofu sensei, his face would be red with rage. Oh, rage, doukana.

She knew she wasn't good at this, and she felt more and more guilty as she proceeded to desecrate Timmy's art. Desecrate means to, like, kind of ruin it, you know, because she's not good at it. She feels like she's ruining it.

But what she wished for the most was for Timmy to just say something. But often, he wouldn't say anything, and it hurt. She's like, mm, it hurts.

The two worked hard making tofu together and eventually sat on a bench to eat tofu until sunset. About half of the tofu was delicious, and about half of the tofu had a questionable texture to it, like someone had added glue to the tofu. 

By the way, questionable texture.

Questionable means, like, kind of weird, and texture means, like, how hard it is. So, you know, they're eating the tofu. Half of the tofu's really good. Half of the tofu's like, oh, this feels weird. It's like someone added glue.

And thus, the tofu day drew to a close.

Timmy walked her home. Hubba, hubba, hubba. He walked her all the way up the stairs.

Timmy wanted to enjoy every last second of Indra's lovely aura. Indra turned to Timmy. I had a great time.

Thank you so much for teaching me. Timmy's heart leapt. I had a good time too. I'll see you next week. 

Okay, let's take a short little pause here. 

Okay, so just a short little review here.

Basically, they went on, like, a date. They went to the park, and then they made tofu. But Indra's, like, really bad at making tofu.

And then, so, like, every time she looks at Timmy, she would, like, make some tofu, and then she looks at Timmy. And Timmy's like, oh, like, I'm nervous, so I have a hard time talking. And then also, like, the tofu that she made is, like, really, really bad.

So he has a hard time, like, complimenting her. Like, you know, usually you're supposed to be like, oh, wow, you did a great job, or something like that. But he can't say that.

He's like, oh, no, you suck. So then he walked her back. And let's go and continue.

The next Thursday, Timmy was so excited to see her again that he couldn't sleep the night before. Nothing could calm his heart. He was nervous about his plan.

His plan was he was going to ask her to make tofu again. And finally, the real moment came. 

Uh, hey, do you want to make tofu again? I can maybe teach you how to get better, maybe.

She paused. Sorry, I'm not free this weekend, she replied. The sale ended so quickly, or at least that's how it felt to Timmy.

Was something wrong? And Timmy knew what was wrong. He needed to up his game. Up his game means to, like, to do better. He needs to do better.

So he practiced his line in the mirror every day for a whole week. Maybe next Thursday, we'll go better.

And then it was showtime. 

Showtime means, like, it's time to do it. 

Timmy asked in his sexiest voice, uh, did you know I can flip six tofus at the same time with two hands? And then he performed his trick completely flawlessly.

Surely this will do it. She smiled politely, but she didn't really look impressed. After a painfully awkward pause, she started giving her farewell nods and bows.

Timmy panicked. He needed to know. 

Uh, Indra, maybe, maybe, uh, can we, uh, can we not make tofu together? The words wouldn't come.

Words wouldn't come, meaning he's having a difficult time talking. 

Timmy, Timmy, I, I, I can't. She quickly said.

And then she closed the door and she ran up the stairs. Timmy was shocked. What had he done wrong? Their day at the park was fun for the both of them, right? But maybe, maybe Timmy had the wrong idea.

Maybe she just wanted to learn how to make tofu from him and nothing more than that. Timmy knew that she was horrible at making tofu, but that's why he offered to teach her again, right? The meaning should be clear, right? Timmy was greatly saddened. He was very sad and wasn't able to enjoy the rest of his Thursday route as usual.

He wanted a chance to redo it. 

Later that evening, when Timmy was almost done with his route, he saw something wonderful. He saw long silky black hair.

Oh, it must be her! Timmy was overjoyed. Timmy immediately ran to her.

He had missed her so much. It was Mildred, Timmy's 68-year-old tofu sensei, who had taught Timmy how to handle tofu when he was just a young boy. Timmy respected her more than anyone else in the whole wide world.

Mildred saw him and immediately knew something was wrong. 

Timmy, my awkward boy, tell me what's wrong. 

Timmy was hesitant.

Was it okay to tell his role model about such mundane problems? Mundane meaning like very normal, not special, very everyday problems. 

But he couldn't hold it back. He needed to confide in someone.

Confide in someone means to like tell someone like your secret. I've got this heavy secret. I got to tell someone.

And then it just burst out in one sentence, the best that Timmy could do. 

Maybe my tofu, the scholar's daughter, our tofu, eight fingers, no wrist. It was bad.

And then tears started to well up in Timmy's eyes. Oh, he's starting to cry. 

Somehow Mildred was able to understand the whole picture from that sentence alone. She knew her prodigy very well.

Ah, so that's it now, isn't it? Timmy now listen to me. Tofu is simple.

If you knead it well, it'll become a wonderful product. An undeniable art to be respected by anyone and everyone. But if you don't knead it well, it won't.

It becomes a burden. It becomes a waste to be scorned by all. Scorned meaning like hated, like look down upon by all.

A waste to be scorned by all. You know this well, don't you? These old wrinkly hands taught you many years ago. She waited for Timmy patiently.

She indeed knew him well. Timmy nodded while sobbing. She continued.

But love, love is not like tofu. Sometimes even if you knead it well, it'll still become a burden, a waste. Don't waste your youth, dear.

Be like a tofu and recover from this. When good tofu is struck, it jiggles. But it won't break, adjust to the rhythm.

Think like a tofu, dear. Be like a tofu. 

Mildred's words hit hard.

Timmy's life was meant for more. His true calling was to roll his tofu cart around the town, selling tofu with the finest quality. And eventually he too wanted to find an apprentice, someone who could advance the state of tofu in the world.

So someone who can make tofu technology better. 

Timmy wanted to be resilient like tofu. And although this experience had jiggled him, he couldn't waste all of the hard work that he and Mildred had put in.

His memories of Indra, her sudden giggles, her cute sneezes, and the way her hair bounced as she took each step, all of these memories, they were too bright, they were too happy. And so for the sake of tofu, he needed to lock these away somewhere. In his mind, he created a large lead box, one dark enough to conceal these bright memories, and begrudgingly locked away every single one of these memories inside.

Mildred's words repeated like a mantra in his mind. 

Think like tofu, be like tofu. 

Timmy was prepared to mourn for years if he had to.

Timmy thought about this every night, seven days a week, with no exception. This continued for a period of about a week. The next week, Timmy met Adrian, the daughter of the town's inventor.

Hubba, hubba, hubba. The end.

Okay, so let me explain a couple more pieces there, and then we'll take a short little break.

So that last part was probably a little bit hard to understand, but basically, Timmy really likes Indra, and then he has these memories, these happy memories of her, and they're too happy, so he wants to hide them or forget them. 

So it says here that in his mind, he created a large lead box, which is like a really large, dark box made out of lead, and then it's supposed to be dark enough to conceal those bright memories. So then he puts all those memories inside that little box in his mind, and then Mildred's words repeated like a mantra, meaning like it keeps repeating in his mind on repeat.

You know, think like a tofu, be like a tofu. 

And then it says here, Timmy was prepared to mourn for years, meaning like mourn is like to be really sad after like, I guess someone is like passed away or died, or after you lose something really important. And so it says here, he's ready to mourn for years, and then he thought about this every night, seven days a week, with no exception.

So, you know, seven days a week. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. And then this whole thing continued for a week.

So basically, you know, he thought about it for a week. And then the next week he meets Adrian, the daughter of the town's inventor. Inventor is like really similar to scholar, so it's supposed to be confusing.

And then the very last thing is hubba hubba hubba. Okay, let's take a short little break, and then we'll come back.

Okay, so we're done with that story, but let me go ahead and tell the two minute version of the story, so I'm going to go really, really fast and just kind of explain it without using any difficult words. 

So again, this story is about Timmy, and Timmy sells tofu. That's his job.

He goes around town and he sells tofu. And he is really good at making tofu, so his tofu tastes good. And then he always sells tofu to everybody, but there's this one area where he likes to go, and that's because that area, there's this girl that he likes, and the girl's name is Indra.

And then one day, he asks Indra, hey, do you want to go on a date and make tofu? And she's like, okay. And then so they go to the park and then they make some tofu, but she's really bad at making tofu, and Timmy's kind of nervous, so they don't really have a good date. And then eventually, Timmy goes back, and then he had a good time.

I don't think she had a good time. And then Timmy comes back and asks, hey, do you want to make tofu again? And then she's kind of like, no, sorry, I'm busy. But she wouldn't say anything like, oh, no, I don't like you or anything like that.

So then Timmy's a little bit sad, and he tries really hard, and he asks her once or twice. And then she's like, no, no, I'm sorry. And then he's like, oh, no, he's kind of sad.

And then after that, he bumps into his old teacher. He has a teacher named Mildred, and Mildred is this old tofu sensei. So she's really good at making tofu.

She's the one who taught Timmy how to make tofu. And then she's like a teacher, but she's also kind of like a parent figure. So kind of like a mom or a grandma or any kind of dad figure, anything like that.

And then so then he tells her, oh, no, I went on a date with this person, and it didn't go well. And then Mildred's like, OK, whatever, it doesn't matter. And then she gives this advice.

And the advice is kind of like, you need to be like tofu. OK, so tofu, when you hit tofu, it shakes, but it doesn't break. It jiggles, and then you have to adjust to it.

So life is like tofu, is what she says. And Timmy's like, oh, OK, yeah, sure, I got this. And then he keeps it in his mind.

And then he thought about it every day for a week. And then eventually he moves on, and then he meets this new girl named Adrian. And we don't know anything about Adrian, but we just know that, wow, Timmy moved on pretty quickly.

And that's the whole story. 

And actually, I did want to talk about that last part a little bit more. So Mildred gave this advice that was like, oh, you need to be like tofu.

So when tofu gets struck, when you hit tofu, it just jiggles, but it doesn't break. 

And this part, it's kind of not true, because the person who wrote this, it's me, right? So I can say bad things about the author, and it doesn't matter. But tofu, if you've ever made tofu at home, it's really easy to accidentally break the tofu.

If you hit the tofu, it does break. So I don't really know what Mildred is talking about. I mean, I wrote this when I was in college, which is like many, many years ago.

I don't really know what I was thinking when I wrote it. But yeah, tofu, tofu, it's not true. But it's cute because the whole story is very, I don't know, like it's all about tofu.

So the way that Timmy thinks about this, he gets all the advice and everything he thinks is like in terms of tofu. So even his makeup, like he has like a what, a tofu shirt and he's got like tofu cologne, tofu lotion. And, you know, these these aren't like really real things.

Like, I don't think it actually exists. But because he's a very tofu kind of guy, everything's tofu. And so it's just kind of cute.

You know, Mildred gives some advice, some love advice, and even the love advice has something to do with tofu. And so Timmy's like, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. And his whole life he lives by the everything is related to tofu.

And that's that's about it for this whole that's about it for this whole story. I, I remember, like, I think in high school. So I wrote this story in college, but in high school, I remember in literature class or like English class, there were always assignments and these assignments, like you have to read some story and then you have to explain to the class, like, oh, what is the deep meaning of the story? We call it a theme.

What is a theme of the story? And then so maybe I think I might have written this story as like an example of a story that doesn't really have a theme. So this story, like, is there a deep meaning to the story? Like maybe a little bit. I mean, if you think that you can live your life, like with everything tofu related, then maybe the stuff that Mildred says at the end, that's like, oh, when life hits you with something like, you know, like it's okay to jiggle, but you shouldn't break.

Uh, and then, so it's kind of like, uh, if, if I were to really try to save this and give it a theme, I would say something like when life hits you with something unexpected, then, you know, sometimes it shakes you, but it shouldn't break you and then you have to like continue and you have to do your best and you have to be like tofu and that's the best that I've got. But when I wrote this, um, I don't know, like, uh, who gets to decide what the meaning of the story is. Like maybe it's the reader who reads it, or maybe it's the listener who listens to it, or maybe it's the author, but the author is just me.

Uh, and I didn't really have like a deep meaning behind it. I never really believed that all stories must have like a deep meaning. You can take a deep meaning out of it if you want, but when I wrote it, I didn't have a deep meaning within it.

I think I just wanted to write like a story about some love thing that didn't work out, something like that. Uh, so anyways, um, I think, uh, yeah, this episode, this whole podcast episode probably is going to be a little bit short, but, uh, I, I do like to do these kinds of like reading episodes every now and then, just because the way that I speak, uh, in this podcast, it's not the same as the way that like words are written in stories, uh, because you know, the way that people talk and the way that people write, it's, it's all different depending on the context. So I talk in this podcast, but I don't actually talk like this in like real, real life.

Like when I talk with my friends, it's a little bit faster with my, with my native English speaking friends, it's a little bit faster and it's a little bit less organized. And it's a little bit like, it's a little bit just, uh, like messy. I think sometimes I talk about random stuff.

Sometimes I talk about things that I've already talked about. And then they're like, Oh, you already told me the story. And then I'm like, Oh, sorry, something like that.

Uh, so there's like, you know, different ways of speaking. And then also I have my way of speaking English to people who are Japanese, like students or something. And I know that their English level isn't that high.

So then what I do is I like speak slower. I speak slower and then I purposely use easier words. I didn't say I try to avoid difficult words.

I say, I try to use easier words. So, uh, I think having these kinds of like stories and stuff, uh, it's just good to give a little bit of variety, I think. So we have some variety.

Sometimes I talk about stories from like a long time ago. Sometimes I talk about stories from like my recent life in Japan, and then sometimes I read these kinds of stories. And actually there was one other story that I really wanted to read.

Uh, but that story is like much, much longer. So, so this, uh, tofu, uh, this tofu story is like a four pages, five pages long. And then, uh, the other story that I wrote, which is called Memories of Grace.

That one, I think is a really good story. Uh, I think it's a good story, but then again, I wrote it, you know, and, uh, that one is like 22 pages. So it's like five times as long as this, this tofu story, maybe longer.

Um, and, uh, that story is also, it's probably harder to follow. Like Timmy, the tofu salesman is very light. It's kind of funny.

And, uh, there's not too much like complicated, like deep feelings or anything like that, but memories of grace, I think, uh, it might be a little bit too deep, so I'm not sure if I'm going to actually make an episode out of that, but hopefully maybe sometime in the future, just cause I spent so much effort writing that thing. 

It was really fun to write actually, um, for people who haven't written any kind of stories in their life, like, uh, it's actually a really fun process to create something. Uh, but of course, you know, it has to be something that you enjoy creating the whole time. So writing that thing was really fun.

It took a lot of time, but, uh, it was really fun and I would highly recommend it's just good to try to make stuff. It's good to create. I think humans, like humans are kind of like, are the happiest when they're creating something. Maybe, I don't know. 

But, uh, anyways, maybe that's a good point to end the episode. So, uh, you know, thank you so much for listening until the end of this episode.

And if you like this episode, or if you like the podcast or you want to support me or whatever, then definitely feel free to share this episode or the podcast. I mean, if you already subscribed and stuff, like thank you and I'll do my best to make good stuff for you. But, uh, other than that, you know, good luck with your English studying.

Hope you get a nice, like diverse intake of English. So, you know, some stuff you take in, it should be hard. Some stuff you take in, it should be easy.

And this one is kind of like a story version, uh, as opposed to me just talking about life and stuff like that. So, uh, thanks again. And, uh, I guess I hope to see you next time on Kuli English Podcast.