Once the father of a child died shortly, he cooked red bean porridge at home one day.
When the neighbor came over and saw, he said, "You child is so filial! Your father just died, why did you eat red bean porridge?"
The child felt inexplicable and asked her, "Why am I filial when I eat red bean porridge?"
"Red bean porridge is red, and red is a festive color. Do you still celebrate your dad's death?" The neighbors continued to pout.
The child glanced at her and asked, "As you said, you eat white rice every day. Are you dead at home and do funerals?"
Ps: There are too many stereotypes in life, many people get lost in them, and even everything has to be forced to attach these "rules" and "traditions" to the meeting. Just think of it as the autumn leaves quietly falling behind you, don't delay our steps because of it.