Sunday, March 1. Yesterday, I received a call from the son of the elderly Wang Shounian in Building 6 that I contracted, asking me to help the old man cut carrots. Mrs. Wang is more than 80 years old this year, is a retired nurse of the Third Hospital of Jingzhou City, and lives alone at home.
At ten o'clock, I called Mrs. Wang's son and asked Mrs. Wang to open the door for me in time. This time, I went into the house smoothly. It was supposed to just cut carrots for her, but it wasn't just that. Mrs. Wang's hands were burned the last time she cooked, and she was still wrapped in gauze, and she couldn't cut the dishes well, so how to cook? The old man's ears are not good, and we have a lot of trouble communicating. As I spoke, she listened with her lips closed. I knew I had to make her a good dish today before I could leave with confidence.
I asked how carrots were made, and she said cut into chunks, added meat, braised, and the chunks were cut with a hob. I understood, so I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves to dry. I first cleaned the board, cleaned the enamel jar, and took out the carrots. I wanted to peel, but Mrs. Wang thought it would be enough to clean it, and there was no need to peel it. I washed the carrots and the kitchen knives. My knife skills are very skilled, Mrs. Wang stood on my right hand like a child, looked straight at me cutting vegetables, and said: "Xiao Liu, are you really capable, and you can cook at home?" "Do it, I usually do it when I rest, Zhang Hao (my lover, nurse of the three hospitals) usually does it." Mrs. Wang squinted her eyes and smiled.
The carrots were cut, I washed the ginger and garlic, and the meat was frozen, so I started washing the pot. I fucked the handle of the iron pot, ah ah really heavy, how can such a heavy pot old lady move it? My right hand had a broken bone, I couldn't bear it, my left wrist was often writing on the computer, I also had a painful feeling, tenosynovitis. The pot is still relatively new, under the guidance of the old lady, the auxiliary materials such as cooking oil, soy sauce, vinegar, and salt are clear, and I began to cook. Pork belly is fatter, refined for a while, Mrs. Wang do not drain the lard, I directly poured the carrots into the stir-fry. The pot is relatively large, and the shovel is very light and mismatched. After about fifteen minutes, stir-fry is basically in place and start boiling with water. The old lady was intrigued by my movements with the iron pot and shovel, standing on my left hand side watching, her neck stretched out. I didn't see her, and as soon as I turned around, I almost bumped into her. She said: "I usually use the pot of boiling noodles to fry, rarely use the pot, can't lift it." You stir-fry very well! Listening to her words, I secretly blamed her son, why buy such a heavy pot?
The pork belly braised carrots in the pot boiled and wafted out a rich aroma. I wanted to help the old lady cook it and go home, but the old woman said, how long will it take? Why? It's cooked all at once. She said, "I have bad teeth, I'm going to cook rotten, the last time you came here to see, I cooked it in a pressure cooker, I wanted to cook some rotten, but it was all cooked." "Oh, the old lady is in her 80s, her teeth are not good, the carrots are harder, and they need to be cooked for a while." She suggested that I cook in a deep stainless steel pot for cooking noodles. I turned the dishes of the iron pot into a stainless steel pot, washed and dried the iron pot, put it aside, and instructed her not to use it in general, and she nodded. I turned the fire on again and boiled it, and the old lady looked at a pot of fragrant vegetables and snapped her tongue. She looked at the boiling soup and said, "It's too white, you still need to put some old smoke." "Cooking can't hurt the sauce, it's not good, it's already added." "Let's add a little bit." I had to add some, and sure enough, the soup turned dark brown, and obviously too much soy sauce was put in. The fire turned into a flame, and I instructed the old lady, "You can't leave here, stand on the side and watch, or you'll burn again." She nodded and said, "I'll just stand here and copy it with chopsticks, it won't be paste." Immediately, I also instructed: "The green onion is cooked and then put it down." "She could understand me at this point.
I was about to leave after I explained it, she pulled me and said, "Xiao Liu, I still have a bag of rice here, my teeth are not good, you can take it back!" I said, "You keep it and eat it, we have it, and if you can't bite it, I'll take the time to boil porridge for you!" She said okay. I went out and she stuck her head out and said "thank you." I turned to her again and said loudly, "Next time I knock on the door, you have to open the door in time!" "What do you say?" She couldn't hear her again, and I pushed the old lady in the door, said goodbye to her, and closed the iron door. I felt that the old lady was too pitiful to be cared for.
When I got home, I called my parents and asked them to say something necessary. The old parents are also nearly 80 years old, the children are not around to serve them, of course, the Son of Man is not good, but they always say", "It doesn't matter, there is no shortage of anything, don't worry about us." What should we think? I remembered the other elderly people living alone in the building and wanted to take time out in the afternoon to see.
At two o'clock, I received a WeChat message from Mrs. Wang's son: "My mother said that the taste of the dish is very good, thank you Teacher Liu!" "At three o'clock, I received a notice from the community to go to the community duty point to collect the white radish. By the way, I took a few old people's collars, one white radish in one family. Sent to the home of Teacher Ouyang Xuemei, she still resigned: "Give it to those who need it, I really don't want it!" "I was touched by her generosity. I went downstairs and gave the turnips to Grandma Jiang, who was guarding the garage.
After dinner, I went to work at seven o'clock, left work at eleven o'clock at night, and sat in front of the computer at twelve o'clock to write a journal. Thinking of those elderly living alone, my heart is not a taste, pick up the mobile phone in the community duty point group to send a message: care for the elderly living alone, everyone must be responsible!
Source: Shashi No.6 Middle School