My mother is in her nineties. Three years ago, she suffered a stroke and was bedridden and lost her language ability, but she was clear-headed and her thinking was not messy.
is very old-fashioned. Due to incontinence and special service, I only need to be once every 20 minutes. I often have a strong smell of urine beside the bed. With the loss of language and shouting all day long, I dislike this son.
I received an order from my wife in the past two days, asking me to order soybeans and soybeans while I was taking care of my mother. That's not simple. I'll feed my mom today and prepare to start cooking soybeans.
The soybeans were put into the pot. They set up the split material for ten minutes and the pot was opened. When the pot was opened, the lid was dumbfounded. The soybeans were so hot that they ran out of the pot, and they were all on the pot.
I thought it would be enough to mix with water, overflow the soybeans, boil water, and remove the soybeans. Unexpectedly, there was no water. It was just a pot of raw beans in Gu Dengdeng. What should I do? If I boil it again, I am afraid that it will be battered. If I don’t cook the beans, the pot of adding water is full. I will put some of them out, for fear that the second processing will not make the soybeans. How could this happen? Although I expected the beans to rise, I didn’t expect that this would be the result. Is a pot of beans scrapped? The key is that my wife will scold me to death. I was so angry that my wife dug such a big hole for me.
suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Yes,
opens a video to ask for help from my wife. Unexpectedly, my wife is a fake move, and I haven't done it myself. My mother is screaming again, and she is so annoyed. You can't speak, and you can't help me. Are you annoyed when you can't see me?
Three old houses, earthen pot is at the east end, and my mother is at the west end, and I can see that I was so anxious that I was in a hurry. She kept shouting, and I couldn't yell at her, "You said, what do I do? You can't say it, you're causing trouble." Hey! She quarreled with me and gestured with her only moveable left arm. Oh, she asked me to stir-fry with a spatula. I understand. While heating, I was careful to stir-fry, afraid that the beans would be taken out of the pot, and afraid that the pot would be stuffed, so I kept adding water, so my arms were sore sore. I deeply experience that there is nothing easy or nothing that laymen do. How does
be considered cooked? I asked my mother again, and she pointed her finger at her mouth, and I understood again. I put a few beans and asked her to try it. She didn't have a single tooth, grinded her mouth for a while, took out half of beans, showed it to me, shook her head, and continued...
just like that, boiled, fried, added water, and asked my mother to check it out. It was two and a half hours and finally successfully completed the packaging quality.
The disabled mother in her 90s finally directed her son in her fifties to learn how to make soybeans for the first time. If she does nothing herself, she really doesn’t know how difficult and difficult it is.
"If you have an old family, you must be a treasure." With you here, I can overcome any difficulties. May Mom last another five hundred years!
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