Ji Ming slowly put down his chopsticks, a hint of earnestness in his gaze as he looked at Ji Taotao.

"Taotao, as you eat this bowl of plain noodles, you need to reflect on the hardships and sweetness of life, think about the difficult paths countless loyal and brave people in China have walked before us, and try to empathize with them."

"You must know that even a bowl of noodles like this was extremely rare in the past!"

Ji Ming picked up his chopsticks again and took a big bite of noodles, seemingly savoring the arduous days of the past.