Madam Liu watched as the three young children's stomachs grumbled with hunger, yet they politely refrained from starting to eat, which made her smile involuntarily.
This coarse grain was leftover from their family's spring hunting trip into the mountains; the food they took was calculated based on the days they would spend there, so there wasn't much left.
Just now, her father-in-law had asked her to cook the last of the coarse grains, and Madam Liu felt somewhat reluctant to do so.
After all, they didn't know how long it would take to get to Cold City, and if they ate the coarse grain now, what would they do later?
However, Old Uncle Qiu insisted that she cook it.
Now, seeing the cherishable expressions on the faces of the three siblings, she suddenly didn't feel the pain of parting with the grain; she finally understood her father-in-law's good intentions.
