"When cooking corn, throw in a couple of potatoes; mashed potatoes go well with sorghum rice. I've got some ready-cooked sorghum rice at home. I'll have your aunt bring over a bowl for you to eat at noon."
Yuan Chun responded with a smile, "Thank you, Grandma."
Her voice was crisp and sweet.
Grandma looked fondly at her, "If you don't have any potatoes at home, come and get some from ours."
In recent years, the rains have been good, and grain harvests have been plentiful. Every household in the village has enough food, and some even have excess that they can sell.
"I do; we've got potatoes growing in our yard. I'll dig up a few to cook."
Little Yuan Chun happily skipped home.
From a distance, she saw Cheng Fang standing at her doorstep. She beamed, "Brother Cheng Fang, you're here. Have you been waiting long?"
"Not too long." Cheng Fang looked surprised at her little basket, "I went to the field to look for you but didn't see you."
