To my young friend, I hope this letter finds you well. Lately, I have heard the disciples chatting among thems…
To my young friend,
I hope this letter finds you well.
Lately, I have heard the disciples chatting among themselves about a generous wanderer at the foot of the mountain, running here and there to help settle the displaced. The moment I heard of such kindness, I knew it had to be you.
I wonder whether you are still managing over there. If you need help, do not hesitate to ask.
Years ago, I followed my senior brother to the south bank of the Hutuo River. In the camp there, I saw many displaced people. To stay alive, they ate insects, tree bark, even Guanyin clay. The ground was strewn with the starved dead, and cries of misery filled the air. Even now, the memory still weighs heavily on my heart.
I may be of little use in other matters, but you can leave cooking to me. Lately, I have been studying old recipes and trying new dishes, and my skills have finally improved a little. Even Xiaoxiao is now willing to eat without protest. If you are short on hands, I will bring my cookware and come at once. The most important thing is making sure people can eat a proper hot meal.