The story wrote to my uncle and made a joke because I can't read.

One day, while I was sorting out my manuscript with a computer in my study, I heard my six-year-old daughter shouting in a room outside: "stinky tofu seller!" Smelling stinky tofu! " Screaming over and over again. I asked my wife who had just entered the study, "Where is the little guy called?" The wife replied, "I took a shit in the bathroom."