Gu Shiting picked up a yam and asked Grandma what it was.
Grandma laughed heartily.
"You silly child, you are too amusing," Grandma chuckled. "This is a yam. Haven't you ever had yams before?"
Gu Shiting had eaten them.
He had had yam and pork ribs soup and stir-fried yam and mushrooms, both very delicious. He just didn't know yams looked like this initially.
He thought the exterior of a yam was smooth and white.
"Grandma will make it for you at noon," Grandma said, feeling a bit sympathetic, as she weighed two yams.
It felt gratifying to make the elderly smile, even if only unintentionally.
He and Grandma strolled around the supermarket for a while, buying groceries and some random items—because he hadn't seen them before and found them interesting.
After finishing grocery shopping, Gu Shiting walked with Grandma for another 300 meters to buy fried dough sticks.
