On the winter solstice, my mother brought back a bag of moldy flour from the factory and insisted on making dumplings. I hurriedly tried to dissuade him, saying that the moldy flour contained aflatoxin and would be harmful to my health if I ate it. She became anxious and pushed me with her hand. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. She even shouted to my dad to try some flour. My dad quickly grabbed her and advised her not to be greedy for petty gains. You really can't eat moldy food. Then my mom stopped angrily.
