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    Although we can understand our mother and know that she is well-intentioned, we cannot help our mother because we are afraid of the violent fluctuations of father's emotions.  We have expressed that we will definitely do the ideological work of the mother, and strive to improve the behavior of the mother in the future.  It is estimated that the father just complained and vented the unhappiness in his heart.  Therefore, after seeing our positive attitude, my father uncharacteristically said nothing more.  In fact, with my father's extremely serious style of handling things, if we really hope to use us as a breakthrough to solve my mother's problem, then I will definitely ask us about our persuasion methods to judge whether it is effective.

    Our promise is not empty words, because we came back this time to solve the mother's problem.  After listening to my father's nagging, we immediately communicated with my mother.  But my mother was still paranoid.  My mother thinks that she is doing very well.  Every time I have arranged my father's affairs before going to work in the field.  From her mother's point of view, she still puts her father first.

    "Mom, can't you put the ones in the field aside for a while?" I asked puzzled.

    "If you don't farm, what will you eat?" My mother has a very strong sense of small farmers, and she almost regards the field as her lifeblood.

    "Mom, don't worry, we will find a way to solve the problem of eating. You don't need to worry!" My sister said immediately.  We also echoed.

    "However, people will scold the fields for being abandoned!" said the mother with some embarrassment.

    Hearing my mother's words that seemed to shake her will, I felt overjoyed, so I hurriedly said: "No. You temporarily put down the work in the field to take care of your father. I believe that people in the village will understand.  Seeing that my mother was still hesitant, I had to add, "Mom, you didn't cause the fields to be barren because you were lazy, so why would others scold you?"

    "I still don't think so!" Mother seemed to have made up her mind, "It's not like your father is too sick to be lying in bed. I can always find some time to work in the fields. This way at least I can guarantee a harvest. (Maybe  In my mother's mind, the harvest from planting crops is the only way to reflect the value of her life. The long-term traditional rural life has made the field an indispensable and extremely important part of her life!) The villagers are not blind,  Can't you see that your father can come out and walk?"

    Although I have long been aware of my mother's stubborn opinion, I still couldn't help feeling a burst of heartache at the moment when the plan to persuade my mother to give up the farmland failed.

    "Mom, you keep saying that before you go to the ground, you will arrange father's affairs every time. Have you really arranged it?" Maybe it was the mother's obsession that aroused the anger in the elder sister's heart, so there was a certain tone  asked unkindly.

    When the mother heard the words, she was taken aback for a moment, and then asked in a puzzled way: "Why didn't I make any arrangements?"

    "Your arrangement is just to have something to eat, right?" My sister replied with a slightly sarcastic tone.

    "You stinky girl, what's going on today?" My mother became angry after hearing this, "Please explain clearly to me, what exactly do you mean?"

    "I know, you cook food for Dad like this, just to save trouble. When you buy bones once, you can simply cook more soup, and then put the extra in the refrigerator. In this way, you can eat it for three or four days.  That's it. It's easy for you, but what about Dad? What he eats every day tastes like bone soup. Tell me, so, Dad, will he still have an appetite?"

    My sister's blunt and sharp answer immediately calmed my mother's anger by three points.  "What can I do? There are fewer bones, and they won't sell them! Your dad only eats a little at a time. If you don't eat it for three or four days, can you finish it? If you can't finish it, put it in the refrigerator and keep it.  , and then eat slowly, is this wrong?" Mother also seemed to feel that her sophistry was a little weak, so the momentum when she retorted was much weaker.

    I didn't want to embarrass my mother too much, so I said, "Mom, don't you eat bone soup yourself? You have worked hard to take care of Dad these days and nights. If you don't eat some good tonic,  How can the body be able to bear it? You also know that Dad eats less, so I will eat with Dad in the future, so that Dad may feel better. Mom, you have to remember.  Finish eating. One is because Dad can¡¯t eat overnight food now, the content of nitrite in overnight food will increase, and nitrite is the chief culprit of cancer;  This will affect Dad's appetite, without a good appetite, there will be insufficient nutrition, and without sufficient nutrition, it will be difficult for Dad to recover."

    Although my mother's expression has improved a lot after hearing my words of concern, after all, what I said later?? also implied blame, so the mother who still felt upset didn't speak up, but just stood there silently.

    "Also, Mom, you can't stop cooking this kind of dish from now on just because Dad said he wouldn't eat it. The reason why Dad said he wouldn't eat it is largely because he's tired of eating it.  But if you don¡¯t eat it for a while, maybe Dad will want to eat it again. In short, when you cook, you should pay attention to the combination of varieties, and you can¡¯t keep staring at one or two kinds of food for a period of time. In this way, Dad won¡¯t eat it  It's no wonder it's boring." Seeing that the mother remained silent, the elder sister continued to persuade her.

    "You ask for this and that, I can't do it." The mother seemed a little unbearable, "If you are worried, you can stay at home every day and cook for your dad!"

    Seeing my mother answering like this, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.  Alas, mother's thoughts could not be fully concentrated on father after all.

    I found that the situation was not right, so I had to change the subject.  "Mom, Dad is now in a critical moment of recovery. Mood is extremely important. The doctor said that if you can maintain a happy and optimistic attitude, the speed of recovery will definitely be accelerated. Therefore, I think, Mom, you have a lot to do."  It's time to let Dad, don't quarrel with him every now and then. This way, it's not good for Dad's recovery!" I tried to speak tactfully.

    "Do you think I want to argue with him?" The mother seemed as emotional as the father when it came to the subject. "For him, I worked so hard. I didn't expect him to say thank you to me."  But, you can¡¯t always scold me. In your father¡¯s eyes, I hardly do anything well. Think about it, I worked hard for him, but in the end he called me useless.  Can I stop being angry? I don't want to argue with him, but I just can't help it!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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