Jiang Chuan just mentioned that he least liked this pastry, but his mother often made it for him.
Jiang Chuan especially liked eating this sweet pastry when having fish.
However, no one knew why Jiang Chuan ordered this pastry at this time. Was it just to eat it?
No!
Jiang Chuan remembered his mother. When he was very young, his father died in a car accident. And as for his mother, on the night she made his final meal of sweet pastry with pickled cabbage fish, she also left him forever.
Jiang Chuan could never forget that day—a great fire consumed his home. Amidst the fiery glow, eight-year-old Jiang Chuan held a blanket and cried in terror.
At that moment, he was already surrounded by the roaring flames.
"My child, my child!"
At that critical moment, his mother braved the fire to rush in, holding him tightly and charging outwards.
His mother protected the young Jiang Chuan with her body, letting the burning flames scorch her.
Finally, she brought Jiang Chuan to safety.
