Chapter 158 Grandma
Fang Hui was speechless: "I told you not to make any preparations!"
"Oh~" Lin Yuan, "Baby, our relationship has faded, and you're actually being mean to me~"
Fang Hui: "Stop crying, cover it up."
She took the bowl from Lin Yuan with one hand, stretched out her hand to pull the quilt on her best friend, and saw that her best friend was so bitter that her face turned green. She said unhappily: "I'll go see if there is any candy."
They live in the mountains, where cell phone signals are very poor.
Moreover, they rented this house only after begging the village chief. According to the village chief, there are cars in their village to go outside, but the elderly in the village have to wait for a young man who comes to sell supplies to them about once a week to take them there.
As for things like sugar, few old people have them ready.
Fang Hui went from house to house asking along the way, and finally got a jar of white sugar from an old lady.
Come back with some white sugar.
She looked up and saw Lin Yuan wrapped in a quilt sitting on the threshold of the main room. When he saw her come back, a smile flashed in his eyes.
There was such a moment.
Fang Hui seemed to have returned to their childhood, when Lin Yuan was in poor health and could not go to school, so she sat on the threshold of the main hall every day waiting for her to come home from school. As long as he heard her voice, he would run out to pick her up. After running a short distance, Lin Yuan would always be out of breath and her little face would turn red.
Fortunately, no matter where or how far they went, she and Lin Yuan were never separated, and they were still together as always.
This is also the only reason why she did not sue Gu Yanchen for divorce.
She always wanted to stay with Lin Yuan. Even if she had to stay in a dying marriage, she still wanted to stay with Lin Yuan, the only relative in her life.
The relatives who have been with her through all the ups and downs and hardships.
Even with Manman, Lin Yuan still resides firmly in the depths of her heart, because only she knows how important Lin Yuan is to her.
"You're back~" The sweet voice of her best friend brought Fang Wei back to her senses.
She glared at her smiling best friend and said, "Why are you hanging around outside instead of staying at home? Don't you know it's very cold outside? Lin Yuan, if you continue to do this, I will stop caring about you, believe it or not!"
Lin Yuan looked at the jar in her arms. It was a small black jar that looked very old. When she saw the jar, she thought of her grandmother.
When I was a child, my grandmother often used this kind of black earthenware jar to store lard. Every time she boiled lard, my grandmother would mix the lard residue with sugar and fill a bowl for her and Fang Wei respectively, and let them take the bowls to sit in the yard and eat.
That is when they are happiest.
There were no snacks in the mountains, and it was already difficult for grandma to raise her and Fang Hui, and she had no money to buy snacks for them.
Lard residue mixed with sugar was one of the few snacks she and Fang Hui had.
When they were carrying the food, they smiled like 800-pound fat men, but they didn't listen to grandma. When she asked them to carry the food to the yard to eat, they always didn't listen. They just circled around grandma with the bowls in their hands, eating until their mouths were full of oil, and then asked grandma when the next time she would make lard residue.
Every time this happened, grandma would glare at them with a dark face and say, "You're so greedy!"
“My hands haven’t even finished eating yet, but my mouth is already thinking about the next time!”
They just bared their teeth and smiled at their grandmother.
Then I watched grandma scoop the golden lard from the pot with a spoon and pour it into a black earthen jar.
After an afternoon, when she looked at the earthen jar again, the originally golden oil had turned into a snow-white solid. That night, her grandmother would prepare a bowl of rice mixed with lard for her and Fang Hui.
They always ask grandma why she doesn't eat rice with lard.
Grandma would say, "I don't like food that children eat now that I'm old. It's boring. You two should eat more."
When I was a kid, I really thought my grandma didn’t like it.
In fact, it wasn’t that grandma didn’t like it, but that she wanted to save her share for them. If she didn’t eat it, she and Fang Wei could eat more.
Grandma tried her best to be good to them within her ability.
The old lady never enjoyed a single day of happiness, and even when she passed away, she was still thinking about how she and Fang Hui would live in the future.
"What are you thinking about?" Fang Wei walked over holding the black can.
She looked at her best friend staring at the jar in her hand in a daze. Perhaps she knew what Lin Yuan was thinking, and she pursed her lips slightly.
Lin Yuan lifted the quilt wrapped around her body.
Fang Wei shook her head. She pulled the quilt with one hand and wrapped Lin Yuan.
"You wrap yourself up, I'm not cold."
After tidying up the quilt on Lin Yuan and making sure that Lin Yuan was wrapped up properly, Fang Wei opened the black jar, took the spoon inside, scooped a spoonful of sugar and fed it to Lin Yuan's mouth.
"I've asked around. Most of the people living in the village are elderly. There are hardly any young people at home, so they don't have sugar in their homes. The only thing we can find is granulated sugar. You can just take two spoonfuls to ease the bitter taste in your mouth."
Chinese medicine is very bitter.
But after such a while, the bitter taste in Lin Yuan's mouth had faded away, and she just wanted to act coquettishly towards Fang Wei.
But now she watched her best friend go to each family to find candy for her.
Her nose felt sour.
He opened his mouth and bit the entire spoonful of white sugar in front of him.
The granulated sugar makes a crunchy sound in the mouth and is very sweet. In that instant, it suppresses the remaining bitterness in the mouth, and even the throat feels sweet.
"Is it still bitter?" Fang Wei looked at her, "Do you want another spoonful?"
"No, let's eat sparingly." Lin Yuan shook his head.
Fang Hui: "Okay, I'll go put the jar away."
There were rats in the mountains, and they would come into the house to steal food. Moreover, they lived in a brick house, so when they got the white sugar, the old woman specifically told them to put it away, as this thing attracted rats the most. Seeing that they were fair and clean, she thought they must be rich girls from the city, and she was afraid that they would be scared by the rats.
Fang Hui's heart warmed.
She put the white sugar into the cabinet and returned to the bed.
The signal was not good in the mountains, and they couldn't watch videos on their phones. The only thing they could do was make phone calls, but the signal was intermittent.
Fortunately, the house I'm staying in has a TV with fiber optic cable installed.
The two of them were watching TV in the house, and outside they could hear the sound of rain.
Fang Wei occasionally put her hand on Lin Yuan's face to test the temperature.
Maybe because of her illness, Lin Yuan's eyelids felt heavy as she watched. She wrapped herself in the quilt and moved a few times beside her best friend, then she put her face against Fang Wei's thigh and closed her eyes.
Sometimes in her sleep, she could feel a pair of cool hands against her face, which made her feel very comfortable. She instinctively rubbed against the cool hands and then pressed her face tightly against them.