Lu Sheng cooked a pot of mushroom porridge for them. After it was done, she scooped a bowl for each of them.
The two children did not care about scalding their mouths. After receiving the porridge, they stuffed it into their mouths.
The old man swallowed her saliva but did not move.
Lu Sheng looked at her suspiciously. "Granny, aren't you eating?"
"Let's save them for the children."
The old woman said in a low voice, "I'm an old woman with a waning life. I won't waste this food."
Lu Sheng was surprised when she heard that. An old woman from a village could actually say the words 'waning life.'
She could not help but ask curiously, "Granny, have you studied before?"
"Not really."
The old woman shook her head slightly and said, "I was once a servant in a big family when I was young. After some time, I can recognize a few words. Sorry for embarrassing myself."
