I came to the UK, at the beginning of this century, carrying a hope for a new life. This turns out to be my new life of the dream and fantasy. After moving over to a completely new environment, I had to rethink how my family can fit into this new living environment.

While thinking of home, I think of my grandmother, a very hard working old woman. Every morning even before the sun rise, she will use her own pair of hands to produce all kinds of steamed and fried buns. She will then sell them at street corner to earn a living for the family. Wherever her stalls are position, the fragrance and the smell of the buns will attracts passerby to buy. This smell lingers in my youth and accompanied me while I grow up.