An elderly lady with white hair came out of the house, holding a large iron ladle and looking towards the door.
"Shufen, come in, I was just cooking!"
"Mom, I've brought a guest!" Zhou Shufen called out sweetly.
The old lady was startled; ever since her son became a ranger, they had offended everyone and had not had guests at home for a long time.
"Who is it? Come on in, I've just made some thin porridge, have you eaten yet?"
The old lady was still very polite, suggesting that she got on well with her daughter-in-law.
"Greetings, mother-in-law."
Wang Daniu greeted as he followed Zhou Shufen into the house, only to find that it was pitch black inside.
In the pot, the thin porridge the old lady had cooked was watery, with the reflections of faces visible, making their life's hardship palpable.
And that wasn't all; there was also an old man lying on the bed, emaciated and having been paralyzed for a long time.
