Lin Hongqi arrived at the restaurant, and smelling the delicious soybean paste aroma, he couldn't help but recall bringing soybean paste to school in a canning jar during his school days.
Back then, many students came from financially struggling families, and a jar of soybean paste was treated like a treasure. Students would even carry it during class for fear of it being stolen if left in the dormitory.
If it were lost, not only would two weeks' worth of meals be gone, but they would also get a scolding at home.
Canning jars were valuable and usually only received as gifts from relatives during festivals. If one was lost, the family would have to somehow find another...
Reflecting on those difficult times and seeing the joyful scene of his family now, Lin Hongqi felt deeply moved.
Life had indeed gotten much better.
"Dad, here's your porridge."
