Qingmu thought for a moment, then smiled at Juhua. "Overdoing the rich food might actually be a bad thing. We're farm folk; a simple upbringing is better. It makes us sturdier." He then turned to Liu Yunlan and said, "Eat when you're hungry, but don't stuff yourself. Juhua's right. You should eat a little bit of everything."
Liu Yunlan listened and nodded obediently.
Juhua pursed her lips and smiled. "Of course. Brother, think about it. Years ago, what kind of good food did our family have? We just ate corn and coarse grains; we barely ever had white rice. But you, Huai Zi, Mom, and Dad—didn't you all grow up strong and healthy? I was just sickly as a child, that's the only reason I'm like this. It just goes to show that all kinds of grains are the most nourishing. We can't start eating only meat and ignoring everything else just because our lives have improved."
Her words made Qingmu nod repeatedly, feeling as if he'd had a sudden epiphany.
