So, these sesame seeds could only just sit at home, and they'd been sitting for several months, drying up badly.
Lin Yuan looked at these sesame seeds and remembered her favorite snack from her childhood when staying at her grandmother's house, which was sesame salt: toasted sesame seeds mixed with salt and ground together. A spoonful with noodles brought forth an irresistible fragrance.
"Sister-in-law, if no one will take these sesame seeds, why not just eat them ourselves?"
Aunt San chuckled bitterly, "Eat them ourselves? I have been adding some sesame to Xiao Shitou's meals every time, but now the kid is sick of seeing them. He even said he won't eat if there are any sesame seeds. Sigh, how can one appreciate food if they've never starved?"
