Grandma was sewing shoe soles and scratched her head with a needle, frowning in disapproval as she looked at her.
Grandpa was smoking his dry tobacco pipe, lost in thought, while Uncle, Father, and Uncle also furrowed their brows, only Mother, Aunt, and Auntie smiled carelessly.
"This winter, the snow is so heavy, this year must surely be a sign of a good harvest, girl, you mustn't talk nonsense."
"Grandpa, I can save the wild vegetables I eat, I can dry them and then store them in the cellar, they won't spoil anyway. If nothing happens in the next year or so, that's best, but if something happens, then the food I've saved over these two years, isn't it enough for our family to get by?"
"Oh dear, Huanhuan, isn't that endless nonsense? You say you save your food, what will you eat this year?"
