Story about helping the elderly

In the city, there was a winding street where an old lady lived. She was very kind and often shared delicious treats with the children on the street.

The old lady was over seventy years old and spent her days busy with chores, always leaning on her cane.

One day, a greedy cat stole her dried salted fish. The old lady raised her cane to shoo the cat away. With a “crack,” the cane broke into two pieces.

Without her cane, the old lady walked with shaky steps, finding it very inconvenient.

Little Bai heard about this and wanted to give the old lady a new cane. But she didn’t know how to cut wood or carve bamboo. She thought and thought, but couldn’t figure out what kind of cane to give.

Little Bai opened the window and saw an old man at the street corner, skillfully grabbing a handful of white rice and putting it into a machine. From the steaming machine, he gently pulled out a long, white rice puff stick.

Little Bai hurried downstairs and went to the old man’s side. “Grandpa, I want a long, long one…” she said, gesturing with her hands, “and one end should be curved…”

“Sure!” the old man replied with a smile.

“Thump, thump, thump, chug, chug, chug,” the machine sang its off-tune song and spat out a long, white, steaming rice puff stick.

“Is this long enough?” the old man asked.

“Can it be a bit longer?” Little Bai asked.

“If it’s any longer, it will be hard to handle!” an auntie standing nearby reminded. “Yes, it won’t be easy to eat either,” another auntie added.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make it a bit longer,” the old man agreed, seeing the eager look in Little Bai’s eyes.

Little Bai carried the long rice puff stick, passed through Honey Wine Alley, went around the Color Dye House, and arrived at the old lady’s home.

“Granny, your cane broke, so I brought you a new one,” Little Bai said, handing the rice puff stick to the old lady.

The old lady looked closely at the crunchy rice puff stick and laughed so hard her dentures almost fell out. She covered her mouth and said, “Thank you, Little Bai, but this rice puff stick is too brittle to be used as a cane.”

Knock, knock, knock, someone was at the door. Little Tian walked in, carrying a sturdy sugar cane.

“Little Tian, Granny wears dentures; how can she chew the sugar cane you brought?” Little Bai said.

Little Tian replied, “This… this isn’t for eating; this is the cane I brought for Granny.” Saying this, he took out a curved handle from his pocket, attached it to one end of the sugar cane, and demonstrated walking like the old lady.

The old lady, holding her waist, took the cane from Little Tian and tried it a few times. “This is better. Thank you both.”

“Little Tian, how did you come up with using this as a cane?” Little Bai asked curiously.

“That’s a secret,” Little Tian whispered. “The cane Granny used to hold was actually the best sugar cane from my grandpa’s farm in the countryside.”

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “