What decided me to break up with my boyfriend, or crush our feelings, was a pot of leftover noodles.
The boyfriend's grandmother, who is almost ninety years old, lives alone. The body is OK, but the ears are not good, she can hardly hear what you say, and she has to shout loudly and add gestures.
He often mentioned his grandmother outside, saying that from childhood to adulthood, his grandmother hurt him a lot, and now it is almost the New Year, and his grandmother thinks of him, and every time he calls home, his grandmother cries as long as she hears his voice. I had a question at the time, why is Grandma so old that she wants to live on her own?
In fact, an elderly person can let her eat a ready-made bite, that is the greatest filial piety to her, not to mention that she likes to cook for herself, this reason is believed.
Because of the Spring Festival, Grandma also ate with her boyfriend's family. But when eating, Grandma didn't go to the table, so she used a bowl to pick up some food for her and let her eat next to it.
Grandma always did what she could, and my boyfriend's mother cooked in the kitchen, and Grandma burned the fire. His family does not use gas, so he uses a stove that adds firewood to cook, so that if he wants to cook a table, the person who burns the fire will also sit by the stove for a long time.
They eat noodles for breakfast almost every day here, which is noodles. This morning because my boyfriend's parents went out, the two of us and my grandmother had breakfast, because I especially wanted to eat cooked instant noodles, so I planned to cook a few bags of the three of us.
When cooking instant noodles, my boyfriend said cook three bags, I have two bags of you and one bag. I said what did that grandma eat? He said that he was older and that it was unhealthy to eat this, and let her eat noodles.
I thought it was okay, so I planned to cook noodles for my grandmother first, but my boyfriend saw me pouring oil into the pot, and he was very surprised and said: Do you still use poured oil to cook instant noodles?
I said to cook noodles for grandma first, he said no, there are ready-made noodles. Then a scene that stunned me appeared, and he took out the noodles that he didn't know when he was going (Picture 2) and said to me: Grandma can eat this.
As you can see, the leaves inside have changed color, and the remaining noodles have been broken, looking no different from pig food.
I didn't say anything, I started cooking instant noodles, I cooked six bags, Grandma took out a small bowl and said: I can eat a chopstick.
I filled a bowl full of eggs for Grandma and started scrambling eggs for Grandma again, because I remember my boyfriend saying that his grandma loved scrambled eggs the most. He said five is almost the same, I said I want to fry ten. Grandma ate the meal very deliciously, but the boyfriend was particularly unhappy and blackface the whole time.
After eating, he said: Do you think it is good for her to let Grandma eat instant noodles? That thing is purely additive, not healthy at all. The remaining noodles are easy to digest.
Oh my God, people who are almost ninety years old, don't they eat whatever they want? Eat leftovers every day, even if you live to two hundred, what is the meaning?
This afternoon, when we were going back to the city, my grandmother kept holding my hand and said to me: You are a good boy, don't quarrel for me, his heart is actually good
He was thunderous next to him, fiercely fiercely in his hometown dialect, I couldn't understand a word, but looking at his expression, what he said was definitely not a New Year's greeting.
I said: How can you do this to an old man? Didn't you say that Grandma hurt you so much that she was looking forward to your return in the New Year?
He was not ashamed: You are wrong, even if I beat her and scolded her, she is still looking forward to my return every day, which is called family affection.
In the process of getting along, we have long found some differences in concepts, but this time, I think I can't tolerate it.
Did everyone support me breaking up with him?
The above is my friend's experience, I ghostwrote.
