At noon, it was time for lunch.
Grandma Su scooped a large ladle of porridge from the bottom of the basin, with plump, white grains of rice packed closely together, making one's mouth water.
She placed this bowl of porridge in front of Uncle Su.
Using the same method, she served a second, third, and fourth bowl of porridge. When it came to the last bowl, she handed the ladle handle directly to Second Aunt Su.
"If you want to eat, serve yourself. Which daughter-in-law still needs an old woman to serve her? Aren't you afraid of the heavens striking you with lightning?"
Second Aunt Su was long accustomed to such matters. She pursed her lips and calmly ladled out a scoop of rice broth.
