"Grandma, you eat this, I like it. It's delicious, you can eat it too."

"Grandma is old and has poor teeth, so eat one piece. If you like, eat more."

The dim lights were lit in the main hall,

Outside the empty door, the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking in the village came from time to time.

It seems that time has spanned a few more years.

In the room, by the dining table,

Sitting around women, middle-aged men, children, and old women.

The child has grown a little longer and is much taller than before.

Women, there are a few more wrinkles on the face of middle-aged men, and the skin on the face of the old woman becomes more loose, with more gullies and age spots.

The woman and the middle-aged man sat on the side of the square table. The woman sat a little blankly, her eyes were distracted and unconscious. The middle-aged man stretched out some lame legs next to him, and looked at his child with a smile.

The child looked four or five years old, sitting alone on the side of the square table, and was holding the food he liked to eat for his grandmother.

The old woman sat on the other side of the square table, the position on her side was empty, smiling, lowering her body forward, just in response to her grandson's words.

"Give this spoon to serve some soup for my grandma. My grandma has bad teeth and is suitable for eating this kind of stew."

The middle-aged man looked at his child and said with a smile.

"good."

When the child heard his father's words, he stood up and reached out to pick up the spoon next to the soup bowl.

"Grandma, I'll serve you soup."

"Okay, my grandson is so sensible and so well-behaved..."

"Hehe... Grandma, I'll give it to you."

"Well... it's so delicious."

When the child heard his grandmother’s praise, he couldn’t stop smiling.

After serving the soup, hand it back to the old woman.

The old woman took it, took a sip, and then smiled and said,

"Thank you for your hard work, my baby grandson will continue to have a meal."

"Um."

The child nodded heavily, sat back and pinched the chopsticks that were still a bit long for him, and ate the dishes in the bowl.

The old woman smiled, squatted up the soup in the bowl, and took another sip.

He raised his head, looked at his grandson and his daughter, and paused again.

"You continue to eat first. I roasted two sweet potatoes in the stove under the remaining fire. I went to dig out the sweet potatoes roasted in the stove."

The old woman stood up,

"Mom, let's have a meal first, and then dig it later."

The middle-aged man responded.

"That's not OK. Today, I cooked vegetables in the stove for a long time, and the remaining fire was high. I threw them in when I finished cooking, and I'm afraid the sweet potatoes will be burnt."

"You guys continue to eat first, I'll dig out the sweet potatoes first."

The old woman said with a smile, then moved her feet and walked into the kitchen.

"Grandma, is it the red roasted sweet potato? It's red on the outside..."

"yes……"

When the child heard the roasted sweet potatoes, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand with interest and looked into the kitchen.

The old woman who had already walked into the kitchen listened to the sound and responded.

There was a rustling sound from the kitchen. The old woman first carried some hot roasted sweet potatoes, then found a plate in the kitchen to put them, and took the sweet potatoes out of the kitchen with the plate.

"...It's still a bit hot, wait a while before reaching out to pick it up."

The child looked at him but didn't say anything.

The old woman put the plate with roasted sweet potatoes on the table, then smiled and said to the child.

The child didn't say anything, just nodded heavily, picked up the chopsticks again, ate some other dishes in the bowl, but turned his head from time to time and looked at the roasted sweet potatoes next to him.

"Fushi also likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes, just like when your mother was young."

The old woman smiled, said, turned her head and looked at the woman.

The woman just stood there a little, raised her head, looked at the old woman with a distracted and unconscious look.

I don't know if I understand the old woman's words.

"Anle likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes. She can't go home and can't eat them even if you want to eat them. In the morning, I went to the field to dig out some sweet potatoes. This year, the sweet potato harvest is OK. I'll wait for you to go back later. Chengde, please take some back."

"good."

The old woman smiled, lowered her head again, and looked at the few roasted sweet potatoes placed on the plate.

"The noodles are a little colder. If you like it, take it, but it's still hot inside. Eat slowly."

He reached out and touched the old woman smiled and said,

From time to time, I looked at the boy and reached out to pick up a roasted sweet potato to eat. Then I paused and looked back at his mother.

"Mom, you eat too."

The boy looked at his mother and said.

The woman turned her head blankly and looked at her child, her eyes still had no focus, and was distracted and unconscious.

"You eat it yourself, there's still something else."

The old woman spoke to the child,

Immediately afterwards, I turned my head back and looked at my daughter.

"Daughter, you like to eat this, take it and eat it, ah."

The old woman picked up another sweet potato, used her rough and deformed fingers to gently push the skin away from the roasted sweet potato noodles, and then handed it to the woman.

The woman turned around and stared blankly.

"Take it and eat it, roast sweet potatoes."

The old woman handed the roasted sweet potatoes closer and handed them to the woman's hand.

The woman was holding the roasted sweet potatoes and stood there in a daze, her eyes still dissipated and she peeled off some of the roasted sweet potatoes, and some heat was blowing.

Immediately afterwards, the woman held the roasted sweet potatoes and stuffed them into her mouth and ate them.

"Eat slowly, don't burn it."

The middle-aged man next to him greeted him, helped the woman pull her clothes, and left some of the ashes on her body.

The woman took the roasted sweet potatoes and ate them in one bite, followed by a sudden stop.

Looking at the sweet potato in a daze.

The woman reached out and pinched the first half of the roasted sweet potatoes.

"Hey, it's hot."

The old woman looked at it and greeted her quickly.

But the woman still moved, and used force to pinch the peeled sweet potatoes on her hands.

Gradually pinched the sweet potato in half and then in both hands.

Then he quickly got up, and the woman put half of the sweet potatoes that had been pulled down next to the old woman, in front of the empty seat,

I sat back again.

"Silly kid."

The old woman who stood up to stop her,

Looking at the half of the sweet potato on the table in front of the empty seat next to me, then looking at my daughter opposite the table.

There was a smile on his face, but there were some turbid tears in his eyes.

"Fushi, I like to eat roasted sweet potatoes and follow my mother. I like to eat roasted sweet potatoes and follow her father."

"Silly kid, there are roasted sweet potatoes. I keep them for your dad, and I didn't forget your dad."

"Let me see, are your hands hot?"

"Wife, show me your hands, it seems a little red. Mom, do you have medicine? I'll apply it to Anle."

"Yes, how could it not be? When her father was still there, he was afraid that this stupid daughter would be injured when she was injured and she had everything."

Next to the side, middle-aged men and old women were talking, and the child put down his food and watched.
To be continued...