The third day after Yang Yunhai left was a rainy day.
Grandma Yao still hadn't regained consciousness.
"The first time I saw your grandma, she was holding a baby just a few months old," Yao Zhenjiang said, sitting on the doorstep, smoking a pipe. "The child was thin and crying constantly, and she cried along with it."
Yao Zhenjiang was an orphan, raised on the generosity of others.
If it weren't for the kindness of strangers back then, he would have starved to death long ago.
So, out of kindness, he invited Grandma Yao into his home and used a small clay pot to cook millet porridge to raise Yao Rumei.
At that time, Yao Rumei didn't have the surname Yao; she took it after Grandma Yao married him later on.
Grandma Yao had a health issue when she was young; it's said she ate something she shouldn't have, and so the couple never had children.
