Seeing his mother finally agreed to eat the rice porridge, Little Shitou stopped crying and immediately beamed with joy. He happily helped his mother with the vegetables, "Mom, try this dish, it's made by that auntie. Eat a lot and you'll get better."
Shitou's mother held back her tears, trying not to let her emotions affect her son. She nodded and said, "Mm, Little Shitou, you eat too."
"Mom, you eat first, that auntie gave us plenty."
Little Shitou was very obedient. He kept helping his mother with the vegetables, watching her finish the meal before he started eating.
Precious rice porridge — he'd hardly had it before, and as for the white flour pancakes made by the auntie, he'd had even less. He ate ravenously because it was simply too delicious.
He quickly finished eating and cleaned up the dishes, "Mom, you rest first, I'll take these out."
"Mm, Little Shitou, call that auntie over; I want to thank her in person," Shitou's mother said.
