Mo Yaner's family was both cold and hungry, blowing in the bitter wind for half the night. Now, at last, they had hot meals to eat, and the whole family wolfed down the food, finally having their most comfortable meal in many days.
"Grandmother is the best, Yuan Yuan finally had her fill, no need to eat rice crust soaked in hot water anymore." Yuan Yuan, just over two years old and still innocent, didn't understand taboos and blurted out their difficult circumstances at the Mo family.
Actually, even if she hadn't spoken, Madam Xie, who had lived in the Mo family for over a decade, knew Old Lady Mo well enough to guess their plight. In the old days, she and her daughters led the same life; having rice crust to eat was already good, so they wouldn't be hungry. What she feared the most was when there wasn't even rice crust available, and they had to drink cold water to fill their stomachs.
