Food: Randomly set up stalls, even the little guy is drooling.

A villa in Xingcheng.

The interior of the villa does not appear extravagant, but it reveals meticulousness and a sense of design in every detail.

This is Chen Haoran's father, Chen Qingyang, who specially commissioned a well-known designer from Xingcheng to design it.

It was already past 11 p.m. Chen Qingyang frowned as his son entered the door. "You're back so late again!"

"I brought you gifts, that's why I was late." Chen Haoran chuckled, he was already used to being scolded at home.

"You even brought us gifts?" Chen Qingyang felt like the sun had risen in the west. He hadn't properly disciplined his son since he was a child. After graduating from university, he spent all his time fooling around outside and wouldn't listen to anything he said.

Forget about being filial to his parents, he'd be lucky if he didn't cause them any trouble. He'd never heard the word "gift" from Chen Haoran in his entire life.

"I queued for ages to buy this!" Chen Haoran mysteriously handed his father a thermal bag.

"What is it?" his mother, Shen Yuehua, asked curiously.

"You'll see for yourselves." Chen Haoran returned, looking quite pleased with himself, and smugly kept everyone in suspense.

Chen Qingyang thought to himself, "It's so late, it's already 11 p.m., what kind of gift can I bring? I'll just pack it in an insulated bag."

He opened the bag and nearly froze.

"This is what you brought us? You call this a gift?" Chen Qingyang looked at the insulated bag in his hand, finding it hard to believe.

His mentally challenged son came home late at night with a bag of cornbread for his family.

Where did you buy this from? He usually treats these kinds of things as a joke, but he never expected it to happen to him. Who would believe it if he told them?

The mother, Shen Yuehua, also came over and took a look. A look of surprise appeared on her face, but she quickly concealed it. "Oh, whatever it is, it's just a child's heartfelt wish."

Chen Haoran didn't even glance at his parents' expressions, and proudly said, "Guess how much I paid for it?"

"How much?" Chen Qingyang was now curious to hear how much this ordinary bag of cornbread was worth.

陈昊然之前简单算了算，600买了6个名额，500买了10个野菜窝窝头，40买了4个包子。

"Including the two I ate on the way, it cost a total of over 1100 yuan," he said to himself, completely unaware that his father's face was growing increasingly grim.

"Over 1100? Just cornbread?" Chen Qingyang practically wanted to slap the cornbread in his face. "The family isn't short of money, but it's not for you to squander like this!"

Chen Qingyang's truest feeling was one of disappointment and frustration.

Chen Haoran immediately realized his parents had misunderstood. "Oh dear, I didn't explain clearly. This thing is in high demand; there's even a purchase limit."

"You!" Chen Qingyang felt like he was about to explode with anger. A purchase limit? He'd never eaten such expensive cornbread in his life! If you bought a watch, would your father think this thing was expensive? A bag of cornbread costing over 1000 yuan? Isn't that stupid?

"You don't understand. Didn't Grandpa say he always missed the wild vegetable steamed buns he used to eat? That's why I brought them for him." Chen Haoran felt that his father was not on the same wavelength as him.

Chen Qingyang retorted angrily, "Your grandfather was reminiscing about the hard times! What's so delicious about cornbread now?"

Just then, hearing arguing coming from the living room, the family's patriarch, Chen Yuanshan, came out. "What's all the commotion about in the middle of the night?"

Shen Yuehua quickly explained, "Haoran brought you a gift."

"Oh? Haoran actually brought Grandpa a gift?" Chen Yuanshan also showed a hint of surprise. "You've grown up. Show Grandpa what you brought!"

Chen Haoran took the bag from Chen Qingyang and presented him with a steamed bun as if it were a treasure.

Chen Yuanshan held the steamed bun in his hand; it was still warm and had a pale greenish-blue color, looking no different from an ordinary steamed bun.

It simply exudes a faint, refreshing fragrance, carrying the rich aroma unique to whole grains—unassuming yet substantial.

"Is this a wild vegetable steamed bun?" The old man examined it carefully, and it did indeed resemble the steamed buns of his memories from that era.

This cornbread has a thin, moist sheen on its surface. Chen Yuanshan came from a poor era, and the cornbread he ate had a rough texture, not like this.

As Chen Yuanshan looked at it, a nostalgic expression appeared on his face. In the past, even a cornbread like this was a rare treat.

"I've been wanting to eat cornbread again, and I didn't expect Haoran to actually remember to buy it for me." Chen Yuanshan was still a little gratified.

"Dad, please stop spoiling him. It's already 11 p.m., and it's not good for his health to eat like this," Chen Qingyang said helplessly.

"It's also Haoran's kind gesture, so I'll take a bite." Chen Yuanshan took a bite.

No, it's clearly a wild vegetable bun, but it doesn't have the roughness and graininess of mixed grains, nor the delicacy of white flour. Instead, it's a perfect blend that doesn't hurt your throat but still retains the proper chewiness.

Chewing slowly, you can taste the natural sweetness of the grains, seemingly mixed with a slight bitterness from the wild vegetables. But this slight bitterness is not just plain bitterness; it's like tasting tea, where the initial bitterness is immediately followed by a sweet aftertaste.

Chen Yuanshan was puzzled. He had clearly added a lot of wild vegetables, so why was there only a tiny bit of bitterness? But the sweetness in his mouth made him take a second bite.

This isn't the cloying sweetness of eating white sugar; it's a sweetness that flows deep into your heart.

The taste was so natural, so familiar, that it felt as if he had traveled through decades, wafting towards him from the deepest fields of his memory.

Grandpa Chen chewed slower and slower, his hand holding the cornbread trembled slightly, and his eyes became moist.

"Dad, what's wrong? Is it not tasty?" Chen Qingyang was startled.

Chen Yuanshan didn't speak. He continued eating, taking a third and a fourth bite, and quickly finished the cornbread. He closed his eyes, chewing slowly, as if savoring the taste, or perhaps reminiscing.

Chen Yuanshan felt as if he had returned to the past. He went to the fields with his sister to look for edible wild vegetables. Although life was very hard back then, the family depended on each other for survival. Being able to eat a wild vegetable bun made them feel warm and sweet.

Eating this cornbread is like tasting the freshness of the mountains and fields, like reliving simple and beautiful memories.

This feeling intoxicated Chen Yuanshan. He reopened his eyes, tears still glistening in the corners.

"This cornbread is something special." Chen Yuanshan took another one out of the insulated bag. "You guys should try some too."

Chen Qingyang was somewhat surprised. The old man had a stomach ailment and couldn't eat too much, so he could hardly appreciate the deliciousness of food anymore.

He picked one up and took a small bite. Although he didn't know why Chen Yuanshan was eating it so heartily, he felt that it might really be a kind of sentiment.

But after that one bite, he knew he was wrong.

A touch of bitterness reminded him of the hardships of starting a business, but this bitterness vanished in an instant and immediately turned into sweetness.

When he was newly married to his wife, when he held his son in the delivery room... every most important moment in his life was presented one by one.

This cornbread seemed to have a magical power, reminding him of those warm and beautiful moments.

Chen Haoran patted his father on the shoulder, startling him from his reverie.

"Chen Haoran, what are you doing?"

"Excuse me, Dad," Chen Haoran coughed lightly, "I just wanted to ask, is this bag of cornbread worth 1000 yuan?"