Of Breadmakers, Central Heating and Exams

Right now, I am basking in the warmth of a heated flat which smells of fresh bread and jiaozi. The Communists have relented on the central heating, despite the current lack of Siberian winds and ensuing high temperatures, and my mid term examinations are finally over. Basically, life is pretty good all of a sudden. My host mother is quite welcome to compare the untidiness of my room to the Guomindang abandoning the mainland for Taiwan (and leaving the mainland all in a mess and not bothering to clean it up again) if this makes her happy, as she also just fed me fresh, warm and above all non sweet bread.