Jiang Baige volunteered to cook, but it turned out she didn't know how to cook. After washing the pot, she didn't know what to do next.
Grandma Meng continued to make arrangements, saying, "Look at the jar. There are still some corn kernels in it. We will drink corn grits porridge in the evening."
They have been drinking porridge every day in the hospital these days. Now when they hear the word porridge, they feel a little nauseous and Jiang Baige doesn't want to drink it.
She ignored Grandma Meng's words and took out a bag of flour from the space. The bag was five pounds. It would take the two of them a few days to eat it.
Jiang Baige pouted and said, "Can we not have porridge tonight? No matter how much we eat, our stomachs will still feel empty."
Grandma Meng asked in a low voice: "What are we going to eat? This is all we have at home."
Jiang Baige brought the bag to Grandma Meng and said, "Feel it out. I have flour here."
Open the bag and let Grandma Meng spread flour on it.
Hearing about flour, Grandma Meng raised her hand. Touching the fine flour, she couldn't help but get up from the stool and asked, "Where did you get this?"
Anyway, there was no one else here, so Jiang Baige didn't even blush when she lied.
"I bought it in the city yesterday. There was no place to make it in the hospital, so I didn't tell anyone. Now that it's ready, can we just make dumpling soup tonight?"
Grandma Meng smiled and said, "Dumpling soup, okay, let's drink dumpling soup."
When the two of them were happy, Grandma Meng went to find a basin to knead noodles, and Jiang Baige forgot that she was the one who cooked.
As soon as she was happy, she went to light a fire.
Grandma Meng seemed to have forgotten that she was a patient, and she kneaded the dough very skillfully with one hand.
She has a good sense of touch and can tell how much flour to make and how much water to add just by feeling it.
Cooking dumpling soup is very simple. The noodles can be put into the pot in about ten minutes.
Jiang Baige took out another bottle of sesame oil and dropped a few drops into the bowl of dumpling soup, and the fragrance suddenly wafted out.
Grandma Meng's house didn't have a decent table. There was a small table next to the stove that was only knee-high, and one of its legs was broken as if it had been burned by fire.
They leaned against the stove and used stones as a cushion, so they could only use it temporarily.
Grandma Meng stirred the dumpling soup in the bowl with a spoon. She couldn't see with her eyes, but she could tell from the smell that it was the same flavor.
While putting the flour into her mouth, she told Jiang Baige how many years it had been since she had eaten white flour.
Jiang Baige listened to Grandma Meng and looked around the kitchen, thinking, "Yeah! She's never seen a family so poor. They can't even afford to eat white flour, let alone fill their stomachs."
Jiang Baige put away his thoughts and said jokingly but firmly: Grandma Meng, don't worry, from now on, if I have a bite to eat, you will have a bite to eat as well.
Hearing her words, Grandma Meng snorted, "We have no reason, and you said you would support me. You treat me like a child, right?"
Jiang Baige knew that Grandma Meng had misunderstood, so she didn't explain. As time went by, everything would naturally be verified.
She's just an old lady, she should be easy to support.
Jiang Baige changed the topic again, Grandma Meng, the dumpling soup you made is really delicious.
Grandma Meng was slurping her soup. When I was your age, I couldn’t cook either.
After hearing this, Jiang Baige suddenly realized something.
She said embarrassedly, "Grandma Meng, I agreed to take care of you, why did I ask you to cook?"
Grandma Meng said with some disdain, "Alright, how many of you young educated youth can cook? Come on and eat!"
Grandma Meng said seriously, "Let me tell you an interesting story."
Jiang Baige nodded, "Well, Grandma Meng, you go ahead."
Grandma Meng said, "Two years ago, a few new educated youth came to the educated youth compound. I passed by their door several times and always smelled their rice burnt."
"They've already wasted all the food before the New Year, and they even have to borrow food from the village. Isn't that funny?"
"Really?" After asking the question, Jiang Baige couldn't stop laughing. It turned out that the person she envied couldn't cook either.
Grandma Meng smiled reluctantly, "Really? It's because of this that two other female educated youth couldn't stand the hunger and married men from the village, just to have enough to eat."
Jiang Baige was a little disdainful. They found someone to marry just to avoid starvation. They were also weird.
When it comes to cooking, Grandma Meng is very confident. "Don't think that just because I can't see, I can't take care of myself. I've gotten used to it over the years, and I know where everything is."
"Yes, yes, Grandma Meng, you are the best."
Suddenly he asked, "Isn't it said that educated youth aren't allowed to get married before three years in the countryside? How come they got married right after arriving?"
Grandma Meng sighed, "Two silly girls, what are you going to do if you don't get married after getting pregnant?"
"The brigade leader, the party secretary, and the village head were all helpless and finally had to agree to their marriage."
"You're already pregnant, what if you don't get married? If the news gets out, it'll be a disgrace to the whole village."
Jiang Baige listened quietly to what Grandma Meng said. It was true. These days, young people were not even allowed to hold hands, let alone get pregnant before marriage.
Grandma Meng said: "Okay, eat! You still have to go to work tomorrow morning."
After dinner, Grandma Meng urged us to wash the dishes quickly and go back to our room to sleep!
Although Grandma Meng's house also has three rooms, only one of them is large enough for sleeping.
Jiang Baige shared a bed with Grandma Meng at night. When she lay down, she found that the bed was really hard!
When I turned over, there was a rustling sound under me.
She guessed that the bed was made entirely of wheat straw, as that was also the material used in their Youth League compound. But it was just a bed, so a quilt still had to be put on top.
Grandma Meng probably didn't have a quilt on her bed, so that's why there was a rustling sound.
Cotton is expensive these days, and even if cotton is available, not many people are willing to use it to make quilts.
Although Grandma Meng is blind, she is an old lady who loves cleanliness very much.
There was only a damp and moldy smell on her bed, probably because she hadn't slept in the past two days. There was no other strange smell.
Because there was only one bed in the room, the two of them had to sleep together.
Grandma Meng said, "The bed is too narrow. Let's sleep at each end. It will be more spacious."
Jiang Baige was small to begin with, so she didn't feel crowded at all. She was just afraid that she wouldn't sleep well at night, and it would be bad if she kicked Grandma Meng after falling asleep.
She confessed honestly: "I don't sleep well. What if I kick you at night? We should sleep on the same side. You'll be safer this way."
Hearing her words, Grandma Meng sighed and said, "It's up to you."
Grandma Meng was an old lady, and after just a short while of sleeping, her breathing became even, which meant she must have fallen asleep.
Jiang Baige accidentally touched Grandma Meng's quilt, which was thin and hard.
Jiang Baige felt a little uncomfortable. There were many poor old people like her, and most of them did not have a good life in their later years.
She secretly covered Grandma Meng's quilt with her thick quilt, and then fell asleep contentedly.
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