She was about to die. Even if it was an illusion caused by a last-minute lucid dream, she would eat a bite of this illusion before dying.
The old man watched his wife open her mouth and take a bite of the bun, and smiled with satisfaction.
As long as you can still eat, as long as you can open your mouth and eat, you are still alive.
The old man held the bun tremblingly, swallowing his saliva as he watched his wife finish a vegetable bun.
The three buns given by the noble man are all vegetable buns. They are really delicious, even more delicious than meat.
The green vegetable filling looks very appetizing.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten such green vegetables.
After eating half a vegetable bun, the old lady slowly opened her tightly closed eyes and smiled reluctantly at the old man.
It’s great that I can still taste the real flavor of vegetable buns before I die. It can be said that my death is not painful.
Unfortunately, after she left, the old man had to live alone in this dilapidated thatched hut.
Three sons...ah, it's not easy for every family.
In a year of good harvest, the sons were filial and at least they didn't let the old couple go hungry.
The old man saw his wife opened her eyes, and a few tears dripped from her cloudy eyes.
"Eat more... Just finish one and it'll be fine."
He ate a vegetable bun in front of the nobleman, and it tasted really good.
To be honest, in his entire life, he had never eaten such white and soft vegetable buns.
This is obviously the fine noodles eaten by the rich.
If there was no one in the village who had food, he would have wanted to take the two buns to exchange for a small bag of coarse grains.
At least you can eat whole grains slowly and keep eating them for longer.
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