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    Father put on reading glasses and looked carefully.  After a short time, my father's face became heavy.

    I know that my father is very sensitive to the word "cancer".  Therefore, I have to explain a thing or two about the effect of "anti-cancer" in the instructions.  "Dad, this time, when I went to Nanjing, the doctor said that the purpose of taking traditional Chinese medicine is to strengthen the body and strengthen the body's resistance. She said that patients in their hospital usually take this pill after surgery. In this way  The purpose of doing this is nothing more than to enhance the body's ability to 'anti-cancer' and prevent problems before they happen."

    After hearing my explanation that the marks were not very obvious, my father's face immediately became better.

    I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.  So hanging!  If one is not handled properly, it is very likely to arouse father's suspicion.  So timing is very important.  If I were to talk about the so-called "anti-cancer" or not "anti-cancer" at another time, my father would be suspicious in all likelihood.

    This hurdle was passed by luck.  But in order to prevent my father from thinking about it because of the instructions, I interrupted on purpose: "Dad, where is Mom? Why haven't I seen her?"

    "Where else can I go? I'm off to work in the fields." My father replied angrily.

    "Go to the ground?" I exclaimed, "Then who will cook for you?"

    "Tian is her lifeblood! How can I be more important than Shang Tian!" the father said tragically.  It can be seen that the father is quite dissatisfied with the mother's approach.

    I looked at the time, and it should be time for my father to eat, so I asked, "Dad, what are you going to eat for this meal? I'll make it."

    "Let's cook some porridge. I'll do it myself." Father stood up with difficulty as he spoke.

    I quickly stepped forward, helped my father to sit down again, and said, "Dad, I'm at home, so why do you need to do it? Do you really want to drink porridge?" I asked again with some doubts.

    "Congee is a good thing, you can never get tired of eating it!"

    Seeing that my father was so emotional, I had no choice but to cook porridge in a hurry.  While busy, he secretly blamed his mother.  What's wrong with mother?  Why so unprioritized?  What time is this, and he can still take care of the work in the field.

    Not long after my father finished eating, my mother came back.

    "Mom, where have you been?" I asked knowingly.

    "Going to the field." Mother replied disapprovingly.

    "Why did you leave father alone at home?" I asked a little reproachfully.

    "What do you mean throwing him home alone? Your father is not a child!" The mother replied dissatisfied.

    "Mom, now is the time when Dad needs your care the most. Can't you temporarily let go of the work in the field for Dad?" I said in a slightly pleading tone.

    "Let the fields go? He has been dragging on like this, is it possible that the fields are going to be deserted? When the time comes, what will we eat?"

    I know that my mother has been farming all her life, and the field occupies an irreplaceable important position in her mind. In addition, at this age, her thoughts are inevitably closed. Therefore, it is really not easy to change her mother's traditional concepts.  Hey, I can only do my best.  "Mom, who told you to leave the field deserted? I mean to let you temporarily put aside the work in the field under special circumstances. When I came back today, Dad said he wanted to cook porridge by himself!  Do you feel at ease? What should we do if there is an accident? Now is a critical moment, and there must be no accident! Otherwise, we will regret it for the rest of our lives. After all, for the sake of my father, even if the field is abandoned for a season, so what!  "

    "What? Your father cooked porridge, and your heart aches?" Mother asked unkindly.  The mother's meaning is very obvious, that is, you only know how to care about your father, don't you know how to care about my mother?

    No way, I'm still jealous at this time.  Although I was depressed, I had to explain: "Dad hasn't recovered yet!"

    "What's the point of cooking porridge with a rice cooker? Don't you often ask your dad to exercise! Cooking porridge is exercising. Besides, I don't mean to ask your dad to cook porridge.  Before working in the field, I have already bought food for your dad. In fact, I count the time in the field, and I will rush back when your dad has a second meal. "

    After listening to my mother's explanation, I realized that what I said before was all in vain. At this time, I really had the urge to tell my father's actual illness.  But considering my mother's fragile psychology, I finally held back.  "But, you're still coming back late!" I muttered uncontrollably in depression.

    "Isn't it a little late? Don't worry, I know what to do, and I will definitely not delay taking care of your father when I am working in the fields."thing.  Are you the only ones who care about him?  "

    God, what a pity!  Unexpectedly, my mother used emotional tactics to persuade me in turn.  But, can I really rest assured?  Mom, you came back a little late, okay?  What's more, just letting father drink porridge, how can this improve his father's quality of life?  I knew I couldn't persuade my mother for a while.  Now, I can only secretly figure out a more effective solution.

    I was thinking about something on my mind, so I didn't take the initiative to talk to my parents.  Because of my father's matter, my mother was a little unhappy when I said a few words, so she just buried her head in eating.  Because my mother was thinking about the work in the field all day long, my father had some opinions on my mother, so I didn't say much about it.  It was a dull lunch.  The three members of the family almost eat their own food.

    I noticed the crudeness of the lunch, not because I wanted to eat a big meal, but because I felt sorry for my father.  Therefore, after the meal, I asked my father: "Dad, what do you want to eat?" The implication is that as long as it is what you want to eat, I will buy it immediately.

    Unexpectedly, my father hadn't answered yet, but my mother rushed to say: "I don't need to buy anything. There are fish sent by someone at home, and yesterday's bone soup!"

    I know that my mother, who has always been thrifty, wants to save money for me.  However, my father became anxious when he heard it.  "Tian Tian, ??it's either fish soup or bone soup. Try it yourself, will you get tired of it?"

    "What's wrong with fish soup and bone soup? When we were young, it was good enough to eat. Besides, if we don't eat fish soup and bone soup, what else can we use to make up for it?" The mother said without showing any weakness  argued.

    Seeing that the situation was not good, I hurried out to smooth things over, and I also persuaded my mother along the way.  "Mom, the times are different. Is it possible that you still want people to tell you that you suffered when you were young? Dad is not fully recovered now, and eating must feel tasteless. Therefore, you need to find a way  Adjusting and adjusting. It¡¯s not that you must make fish soup and bone soup. You can also adjust and make some vegetarian soups, such as tofu mushroom soup, skin (a thin layer of oily condensate extracted from straw when making tofu  ) vegetable soup and so on. Of course, there is also chicken soup" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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