"Mom, I'm hungry, can you give me some bran?"
Suddenly, Geng Dazhuang's irritating voice rang in Yuan Chun's ears again.
Yuan Chun found something to eat and was in a good mood, so she kindly gave her 'beastly' son a handful of bran, "Here, take it, eat carefully, don't choke."
Geng Dazhuang's eyes lit up as he took the bran, "Mom, you must be hungry too, you should eat as well."
"I'm not hungry yet, these old bones can do without food. It's better to save it for you all to eat," Yuan Chun sighed, wearing a despondent expression as if she wanted to starve herself to save food for her descendants.
Geng Dazhuang didn't persuade her otherwise.
He also felt that with his mother being so old and joining them in fleeing from the famine, unable to walk properly, being alive was just a waste of food. It would be better if she died sooner, sparing herself from suffering.
But even if he thought that way, he didn't dare to say it out loud.
