"Grandma, is it tasty?"
Nodding repeatedly, her grandmother replied, "Yes, it is."
For her grandmother, who was used to the flavors and cooking methods of Jiameng, the fast-food served on the train and the Zhajiangmian clearly didn't taste like what she was accustomed to.
However, being habitually thrifty, her grandmother would never waste food. So, even if the food wasn't appetizing by her standards, she'd still persevere and slowly finish it, not wasting a single morsel.
Only people who've suffered and labored understand the value of food.
Treasuring every grain of rice and every stalk of vegetable.
"Grandma, in the future, when I have money, I'll buy you lots and lots of delicious food; food that you've never tasted before."
Smiling, her grandmother nodded, looking especially kindly with her gently arched brows and warm eyes.
