She recalls how, when she was growing up, Tseng threw stones at virtually every one of the local kids at some point. Back then, Tseng worked at her family's mushroom farm, where he was always very quiet. He would sit, alone, by the stove that smoked the mushrooms "not moving for ages, sitting there like a statue."
她記得小時候這裡的孩子都被曾元石丟過石頭，當時在她家香菇寮工作的曾元石非常安靜，總是一個人坐在燻香菇的火爐邊發呆，「就像一座雕像，很久很久都不動。」