Making cornbread wasn't hard; after just over two hours, a potful was ready.
The old grandmother looked at the cornbread in the pot with a face full of nostalgia, her entire demeanor was extremely gentle.
She suddenly said, "Speaking of cornbread, when I was young, there was a famine in my hometown... Cornbread was a rare treat. After coming to the city, I would occasionally make it myself. Now that I'm old, I also miss those times when the whole family would sit together and eat cornbread,
I remember when I was young... my eldest son was about the same age as this little girl when a young beggar came to our door. That little beggar was so pretty."
At first, I thought it was a little girl... but later I found out it was a boy who was about to faint from hunger. I gave him a couple of cornbreads and some pickled vegetables to eat... After he finished, he asked if there was any more... but there wasn't... only the last two left, and they were cold,
