When my mother was pregnant with me, my father died on the bed of a young widow in the village.
After the funeral, my mother wanted to leave the village.
Grandma said that our family was sorry for my mother, and it was reasonable for her to remarry, so she gave her all the family money.
Before mom left, grandma made her a bowl of broth and added two slices of meat for the first time.
The meat was white, smooth and tender, and the soup was delicious. Mom asked grandma what kind of meat it was.
Grandma said that it was not meat, but some kind of mushroom.
As a result, after my mother drank the soup, her legs became weak and she never stood up again.
Grandma sold her house at a low price and moved her mother into an abandoned mushroom farm in the village.
