"My name is Zhao Ming," the boy piped up with a dazzling grin that made his cheeks puff like steamed buns. "Don't be fooled by how skinny I look—I love eating. All kinds of delicious food. That's because my mom is a chef, and thanks to her, I've been exposed to the magic of gastronomy from a very young age. One day, I'm going to become a world-famous foodie!"
The teacher beamed as the classroom filled with light applause, the kind reserved for charming children who dream big and speak even bigger. "Thank you to our three new students for sharing," she said, clapping along. "You were all wonderful. Now, let's hear from Su Li and Gao Ming!"
Su Li froze for a second, momentarily stunned. He had planned to say he wanted to become a police officer—something noble, straightforward, and already well-received. But someone had already beaten him to it. Repeating the same dream would make him seem terribly unoriginal.
