In the last life, my brother went to someone else's field and picked up a large bundle of moldy red sugar cane. My mother cooked it into a bowl of sugar water for each person. I knew that this bowl of sugar water was not simple. Moldy red sugar cane can kill people, so I overturned the sugar water. I thought I had saved the lives of my loved ones, but unexpectedly, I was criticized by my mother and brother. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my mother served the sugar water to the table. This time I decided not to say anything.
