Shen Yunfang took her children to the trial field, and it was already noon when they got there. She simply spread out a sheet on the ground and asked the children to form a circle around it, then she took all the sandwiches out of the basket.
The principle, of course, was that everyone ate what they made. The children excitedly picked up their own masterpieces and hurriedly stuffed them into their mouths, eager to taste their hard work from the morning.
But as they chewed, something wasn't quite right. How come it didn't taste the same as what their aunt/mother made yesterday morning? Hmm, it's kind of unpleasant.
Pangpang even thought of spitting out his first bite.
"Don't spit it out." Shen Yunfang was watching these kids and immediately stopped her own son from spitting out the food in his mouth, "Hasn't the teacher taught you not to waste food? All this bread is made from flour, and flour is grown by hard-working farmers over a year. You must learn to appreciate food, okay?"
