When my mother finished the meal, Dongdong helped her mother put the rice cake in a bowl, and he picked it up and walked out.
“What are you going to do? Dongdong.” Mom asked.
“Bring food to grandma!” Dongdong said, he was about to leave.
“Come back!” Mom shouted. Dongdong was taken aback.
“What are you doing, mother?” Dongdong asked suspiciously.
Mom picked up a green iron bowl and said to Dongdong: “Pour the rice in this bowl.”
Dongdong obediently poured the rice into the big iron bowl.
“Dongdong, think about it clearly, I need this iron bowl for my grandma in the future.” Mom told Dongdong.
Dongdong walked out with an iron bowl.
After a while, Dongdong came back with a bowl: “Mom, grandma said she was not hungry and did not eat.”
“Take it to feed the dog!” Mom said, taking the iron bowl in Dongdong’s hand and placing it in front of the dog.
Within a few days, my mother asked Dongdong to deliver food to her grandma again, not with that big iron fist.
“Mom, why don’t you use that big iron fist?” Dongdong asked.
“The big iron bowl has a rotten hole and it can’t be used anymore. Feed it to the dog!” Mom told Dongdong.
Dongdong did not speak, came to the dog silently, picked up the big iron fist, and looked at it carefully.
“It’s rotten, what are you looking at it for?” Mom asked.
“Mom, there is only a small hole rotten, so it can be used if someone fills it up.” Dongdong said to her mother.
“What are you doing to make up for it? It can only be used by dogs.” Mom said.
“No! Repair it and keep it, and when you are old, I can use it to deliver food to you.” Dongdong said solemnly.
Mom heard it, and that face suddenly pulled the old elders.