To prove that the flour was not poisonous, my mother pried open my mouth and stuffed the moldy flour into my stomach. I rolled on the ground in pain, wailing and died on the winter solstice. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my mother opening the bag and making dumplings with moldy flour. I calmly stepped forward to help. In this life, I watched my whole family eat poisonous moldy dumplings. What was the outcome?
