Okay, confirmed, the taste is indeed different! But that's not right! They all tasted the rice porridge, and it tasted pretty much the same, so how could the rice oil taste so different?
They asked Cheng Zhenzhu, and she responded with "I'm not sure, I don't know, I don't understand." They did it again the next day, and the situation remained the same.
How could this happen? Wang Dahua and the others were confused. They had watched the three of them do it together, and it was exactly the same! Except for the eldest sister's relaxed expression when she was doing it, while they were a little nervous, there was really no difference...
"I don't quite understand either. The method is indeed the same. I don't know what went wrong." Cheng Zhenzhu started her confused performance again.
It was a bit tough to pull off the trick under the watchful eyes of two soldiers. But the flavor powder was tiny, so I put a little on my fingernail, stirred it with a spoon, and there was no trace left...
"Wooah~ Yiyi~" The little baby stopped scratching his hands when he heard Cheng Zhenzhu talking, and followed the sound to look for the person.
"...Aunt Wang, Comrade Xiaode, Comrade Dali. It's like this, the kids are about to start school, and I plan to go back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. So..." Cheng Zhenzhu looked at the little baby, the meaning was self-evident.
————You probably need to find another way to provide the baby with food.
Alas. After hearing this, Wang Dahua and the others felt worried and helpless.
They've been taught, so if they can't learn, it's their own fault. But now that the elder sister is gone, what will become of the little one? They've been eating well and sleeping peacefully these past two days. Now that the elder sister is gone, the little one will surely start to fuss again. Fussing is a minor issue; the main issue is the lack of food.
But no matter what, they are too embarrassed to force people to stay...
"Sister-in-law Cheng, I'll see you off when the time comes." Sun Xiaode said. They had several children and who knew how much luggage they had. Sister-in-law Cheng had helped them so much, so it was only right that she would see them off.
"Okay." Cheng Zhenzhu nodded, not refusing. After a few more words, she took the others back to their room to sleep. She wondered what she had done these past two days, and what Old Master Wang's reaction was...
"Ahem, Comrade Zhenzhu is leaving?" The next day, after hearing this, Wang Xiongtian on the hospital bed reacted strongly.
Seeing his grandson start eating and looking more energetic these past two days, he couldn't help but feel happy. He was always looking forward to Dali and the others learning how to make rice oil so he could teach him. When he recovered, he would make it for his grandson.
Who knew that none of Dali's friends had learned how to make rice oil? Little Comrade Zhenzhu, who knew how to make rice oil, is also leaving. I heard that Comrade He's milk supply is also low...
"Yeah." Zhao Dali nodded, looking at his little nephew who was crying again as if looking for food, and brought out the hot rice oil from the kitchen.
This was made with the help of Mrs. Cheng.
"Blatant~" the little baby opened his mouth and started biting.
A three-month-old's life is all about three things: eating, sleeping, and pooping. If they don't get to eat, or eat poorly, they cry. If they don't sleep well, they cry. If they need to poop, they cry again. Now that they haven't pooped and are sleeping soundly, and have their food, their cries immediately stop.
Wang Xiongtian looked at this change with mixed feelings. "Dali, cough cough cough..."
Zhao Dali quickly handed him some water and said, "Grandpa, take your time. Don't be in a hurry. I'm listening."
"Dali, I want to go and see Comrade Zhenzhu..." Wang Xiongtian took a breath and spoke slowly, with tears in his eyes about to fall.
He is now a useless old man and doesn't know how long he can live. His only wish now is to find food for his grandson so that he can grow up smoothly.
Back then, it was Dali and the others who handled his son's funeral. They were also there to help raise the baby, fearing the illness would pass on to his grandson. He didn't know how many favors he owed them. But now, he seemed to be asking for another favor, a big one...
Finally, it was Wang Xiongtian who came to visit with Cheng Zhenzhu and a few other friends. They brought two melons and a small jar of snake wine.
A few people called out "Grandpa Wang" in a low voice, as if they were afraid of disturbing Wang Xiongtian.
"Ah, alas, they are all good children, good children!" Wang Xiongtian touched the children and said in a hoarse voice, "Comrade Zhenzhu, I really didn't expect to have such a fate. I, cough cough cough..."
Cheng Zhenzhu looked at the old man lying on the bed, a little hesitant to recognize him. Comrade Dali and the others said he was much better now, so how bad was Mr. Wang's condition before?
The old man Wang before him was thin and gaunt, his whole body shrunken and sickly, his body shrunken, no longer the cheerful and cheerful demeanor he once was. His deep-set eyes were filled with sadness and a hint of despair.
"Yes, I didn't expect to have such a fate. Grandpa, I heard that you like wine, so I brought some sea snake wine, which can relax your muscles and strengthen your bones. Take a sip every day, and you will live to be ninety-nine..." Cheng Zhenzhu pointed to the jar on the table.
"Wine. Comrade Zhenzhu, you're really thoughtful. Ahem." Wang Xiongtian took a deep breath and said slowly, "People are so different..."
Wang Xiongtian thought again of his ex-daughter-in-law who had infuriated him to death. He hadn't said he couldn't let her remarry and keep the baby with her forever, but Sun Xiaowan's behavior was too heartless. How could she laugh when her husband died and she abandoned her newborn baby to remarry?
It's really chilling...
"Grandpa, everything will be fine," Cheng Zhenzhu consoled him. At least when the young boy in the book was a certain age, the old man was still around.
Wang Xiongtian gave a vague response. Then he looked at Cheng Zhenzhu and said, "Comrade Zhenzhu, I heard you're leaving tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Cheng Zhenzhu nodded. "School is about to start, and the kid wants to go back. Your grandson must be picky about food. I taught him how to make rice oil, but it seems..."
Zhao Dali and Sun Xiaode both lowered their heads. Sister Cheng had taught them very attentively, and had taught them twice today, but it was useless to them.
Alas. Wang Xiongtian sighed deeply. Perhaps this was his grandson's fate. His mother gave him a few sips of milk and then passed away. Finally, he was able to drink Sister He's milk, but Comrade He didn't have enough. And now...
"Comrade Zhenzhu, I, this old man, I, cough, cough, cough." Wang Xiongtian seemed a little excited. After saying a few words, he started coughing again.
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