When he swallowed the first bite of the somewhat dry and hard wheat grain, a sense of satisfaction rising from his blood, flesh, and mind surged in his heart, and even his spirit was lifted.
The old man stood there, stunned for a long time, feeling as if he had come back to life.
He waved at his family and taught them, step by step, how to eat the wheat grains.
The young boy chewed with big mouthfuls, his eyes wide with shock.
This was the first time in decades that he could remember eating like this.
"Chew slowly, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, and there's a sweetness."
"What is sweetness?"
"You'll know if you chew slowly."
The young boy obediently chewed slowly, and then he felt that taste that made his whole body cheer—it was sweetness.
It was an instinctual message embedded in his bloodline.
He knew that this was sweetness.
