First of all, I have to look at the growth and development of my food, and think about the land of our school, how suitable it is for the geographical environment of cultivating immortals, the humid atmosphere, and how delightful it is to maintain environmental pollution! Don't worry about mushroom dysplasia in my dormitory anymore. Secondly, I have to prevent my three short-legged roommates from thinking about my food. For this problem, I have to take the most cruel decision in my dormitory at ordinary times-whoever comes first will get it first. The rice fight in the short-legged dormitory is about to begin (sweat, I'm really nervous). Don't worry, there will be mushrooms for me to eat one day, but if there are any extra ones, I will send them to you to try. Do not compete.