"Child, you're incredibly lucky to be alive!"

The woman let out a wail and hugged the child tightly in her arms.

Kuafu rode his horse around the city and came across a dilapidated courtyard in an alley. Inside the courtyard, an old woman was washing rice.

A boy next to him was resting his chin on his hand, staring blankly outside.

“I am from Kyoto, the son of the Prime Minister.”

"I can't live this kind of hardship, Grandma. Stop washing the rice. Even if you turn it into magic rice, I still won't eat it."

The old lady listened to her grandson's words without taking them to heart at all.

Kuafu laughed and said, "A young man of unyielding spirit, he would betray his country for a bowl of fried rice."

"What are you saying?"

In Kyoto, the prime minister's son stood up, furious, and said, "Even pigs wouldn't eat what she made!"

Kuafu sighed, came to the old woman's side, and took out a gold ingot from his bosom. The old woman's eyes were dazzled. She was just an ordinary person and had never seen such a large piece of gold in her life.

She didn't know why this young man, who looked like a wealthy young master, was giving her gold.

"Grandma, don't be afraid. I was just passing by when my stomach started growling. Please take this piece of gold and cook an extra bowl of rice for me, okay?"

"Oh dear, young man, that won't do. Even if a beggar on the street came to my house asking for a bowl of rice, I would still be able to afford it!"

"Grandma, this man might have something wrong with his head. This is gold! He'd spend so much just to eat a bowl of your food, something even pigs wouldn't eat?"

The young man could hardly understand.

Finally, when Kuafu saw that the old man refused to accept the gold, he used a spell to send the gold onto the bed inside the house.