Chapter 297 I'm not sick. No, you are!
Yu Qiang: "Mom, the doctor said you have diabetes. To control your blood sugar, you can only eat whole grains, especially at night. No rice or pasta at all."
Bao Pandi: "...I don't have diabetes."
"You have," Yu Qiang said firmly. "Those are the symptoms of diabetes. From today on, not only should you eat less noodles and rice, but you should also avoid sugar and fruit. You should also eat less salt and oil, and not too much meat."
"Isn't that going to kill me? When food was scarce, I was injured by eating whole grains. Now that life is better, you still want me to eat whole grains. What's going on?"
She had had enough of whole grains in her early years, and she couldn't bear not to eat her favorite meat and sugar now.
"I'm not taking your life, I'm saving your life. Please be obedient, Mom. This is all for your own good. I'm your biological son, how could I harm you?" Yu Qiang was a little tired of talking. His mother was really too stubborn.
"But...but I'm really not sick." Bao Pandi reiterated weakly.
"Why do you get up five or six times at night if you are not sick?" Yu Qiang asked with a stern face.
"I……"
Could she say that it was to deal with Qian Lan?
Of course not.
"Mom, don't be so stubborn. If you can't let us control your blood sugar, I'll send you to the hospital for inpatient control."
Yu Qiang knew that his mother was against the hospital and was afraid to go there, so he threatened to send her to the hospital for hospitalization.
Bao Pandi: “…”
Can’t she eat it?
She picked up the buckwheat noodles with a look of despair and put them into her mouth with a pout.
These tasteless buckwheat noodles are really disgusting, even worse than the rotten noodles I had at noon.
When Qian Lan got home from get off work, she found out that Yu Qiang had already arranged sugar-controlled meals for her mother-in-law.
"Tomorrow morning, get up and steam some multi-grain steamed bread. Don't put sugar in it. Steam more. Then you can heat up the steamed bread for mom to eat in the morning." Yu Qiang said to Qian Lan after she finished washing up.
"I also give her steamed bread at noon, put less salt in the dishes, and cook buckwheat noodles for her in the evening."
Qian Lan nodded and said, "Okay."
The noodle shop will be closed tomorrow, Saturday, because they need to smoke bacon.
After breakfast in the morning, Gu Huai, who didn't have to go to work, took the two brothers Gu Dong and Yu Jianshe to the riverside to set up a stove and shed to smoke bacon.
The weather has been bad these past two days, so we set up the tent because we were afraid it would rain while we were smoking.
After breakfast, Qian Lan also went to her fellow villager's house and pushed the cypress trees that she had asked the fellow villager to cut to the riverside in a cart.
After the shed and stove were built, they carried the meat and sausages from home and placed them on the bamboo racks to smoke.
From morning to night, the sausages and bacon were smoked to a beautiful color, and the fattier pork belly was even smoked to dripping with oil.
When it got dark, Gu Huai and Yu Qiang each carried their own bacon and sausages back home, leaving the shed and stove untouched.
Because when we were fumigating during the day, people from the military family compound came over after smelling the smell. We specifically told them not to tear down the shed, and that they would come here to fumigate in a couple of days.
Later, this place became a fixed meat smoking spot for people living in the military dependents' compound.
As soon as Bao Pandi brought the bacon and sausages home, he started drooling at the smell.
The steamed corn bread and buckwheat noodles were so greasy that she felt like she had no greasy left in her stomach. The aroma of the cured sausage made her so hungry.
"The sausages smell so good, Qiangzi, let's cook some sausages for us tonight." Bao Pandi said while swallowing his saliva.
Because there is little meat distributed in the village throughout the year, my family hasn't made cured sausages for many years.
Before Yu Qiang could say anything, Qian Lan took the sausage out of the basket and said, "Sure, but you can't eat it, Mom. This sausage is too salty, and I put too much fat in it. You can't eat it."
"That's right, Mom, you can't eat it." Yu Qiang said, then looked at Qian Lan and said, "Just cook one section, and we can taste the flavor of a new sausage."
"Okay." Qian Lan carried the sausages to the kitchen and asked Yu Qiang to take the remaining bacon to the kitchen and hang it on the beam.
The Gu family also cooked two sausages to taste. The meat filling was mixed by Yu Hui. It was fragrant and spicy and very delicious.
"This sausage is so delicious. I haven't eaten sausage in years." Gu Huai exclaimed while eating the sausage.
Yu Hui ate the sausage and said, "When we go home for the New Year, let's bring back ten sausages and two strips of bacon so that our parents can have a taste too."
Seeing that she was still thinking about her parents back home, Gu Huai was very happy and said with a smile, "Okay."
Yu Family
Bao Pandi was eating tasteless buckwheat noodles. Seeing her son eating rice, she reached for her chopsticks to eat the sausage farthest from her.
As soon as she picked up the sausage with her chopsticks, a pair of chopsticks pressed her chopsticks down.
"Mom, I told you, you can't eat this sausage." Qian Lan said earnestly. Looking at her mother-in-law's aggrieved face, she felt secretly happy.
Yu Qiang looked at his mother unhappily.
Bao Pandi said in a tone that was both negotiating and pleading: "Qiangzi, one piece, and Mom will eat one piece."
"You just said you only wanted to eat one piece. I've already given you all of it. You can't eat anymore." Yu Qiang said in a firm tone, and put the sausage that his mother had picked up with chopsticks into Qian Lan's bowl.
He then put the remaining slices into the bowls of his two sons and himself.
Bao Pandi's heart was broken as he watched all the sausages disappear.
Her sausage, she only ate one piece of it.
"I don't want to eat anymore." Bao Pandi threw his chopsticks on the table.
Yu Qiang felt a little annoyed. He did this for his mother's good, so why couldn't his mother understand?
She even lost her temper and threw her chopsticks, acting as if she was the one harming her as her son.
"Mom, you are almost sixty years old, not six. Can you understand a little bit? We are doing this for your health!" Yu Qiang said while gritting his teeth.
Bao Pandi felt very upset when he was scolded by his son for the first time. His eyes turned red and he started crying.
In this world, there is no son who scolds his mother.
"Mom, why are you still crying? Don't blame Yu Qiang. Yu Qiang is doing this for your own good. Don't misunderstand his efforts." Qian Lan secretly provoked.
Wasn't she trying to sow discord between herself and Yu Qiang?
Now it was her turn, and Qian Lan naturally could not miss the opportunity to sow discord between them as mother and son.
Yu Qiang was also sad. He was only concerned about his mother's health, but his mother blamed him.
He finished the rice and sausage in his bowl with a sullen face, then stood up and said, "Mom, whether you blame me or resent me, I will help you control your sugar."
"I would rather you blame me and resent me than lose my mother." After saying that, Yu Qiang left.
Bao Pandi covered her face and sobbed, muttering that she was old and was disliked by her son.
Yu Qiang, who was in the bedroom, became even more sad when he heard these words, and he hit his head in anger.
He was clearly doing it for his mother's good, but she misinterpreted his meaning and said that he, as her son, disliked her.
Yu Qiang felt so wronged and wronged.
Qian Lan tried to persuade her mother-in-law a few times, but failed, so she collected the dishes and asked her son to wash them.
After washing the dishes, Qian Lan went next door to watch TV with her two children.
I also talked to Yu Hui and Gu Hongmei about Yu Qiang helping his mother control her blood sugar and how his mother blamed him.
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