Mrs. Lu usually cooks some porridge, and the dry food is usually steamed buns or pancakes. She also prepares some pickles and fermented tofu.
Ye Qing had just started the fire when he began to worry about how much rice and water to add.
He really didn't want to ask his mother, as he would be scolded again, so he simply grabbed two handfuls of rice and threw them into the pot. Without even washing it, he added a few scoops of water and covered the pot.
Fortunately, there were still a few leftover steamed buns at home, so he put them in the pot to heat them up. Then he rummaged through various jars outside for a long time and picked out two plates of pickles.
When the steamed buns were heated through and the rice in the pot was cooked, Ye Qing just realized that he had put in too little rice and too much water, and finally boiled out half a pot of clear and thin rice soup.
"At least we have steamed buns, so let's just make do with them!" Ye Qinggang served rice soup and steamed buns to the two children, but he didn't even bother to eat himself. He went into the house to feed his parents breakfast first.
He gave all the thicker porridge to his father, because the old man could only eat rice porridge and soft noodles.
The old lady broke a piece of steamed bun into pieces, soaked it in rice soup, and gave it to her to eat with pickles.
Ye Qinggang knew that it was Mrs. Lu who usually fed the old man, so he and the children had breakfast first every day. Mrs. Lu would serve her parents-in-law until they finished eating before coming out to eat the leftovers of the three of them.
But Ye Qinggang never knew that feeding the old man was such a difficult task.
The old man has been paralyzed in bed for more than two years. His mouth is a little crooked and not very responsive.
When I fed him a spoonful of porridge, almost half of it leaked out.
Ye Qinggang had no experience and didn't put anything around the old man's neck to protect it. He fed him a mouthful of porridge, and half of it leaked out.
Now the old man’s clothes are also dirty.
Ye Qinggang was almost on the verge of collapse. The old lady and youngest son's soiled clothes and bedding were still lying in the yard outside and he didn't know what to do with them!
After finally feeding the two elders, he walked out of the west room and looked at the cold rice soup and steamed buns left by his son on the table. He had no appetite at all.
He sat down, and before he could even sigh, he heard the old lady in the room shout again: "Qinggang, hurry up, your father needs to poop!"
Ye Qinggang jumped up, grabbed the chamber pot and ran into the house. If he soiled another quilt, there would not be enough sleep at home today.
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