This psychologist is weird

Chapter 211 Roasted Sweet Potatoes

"Grandma, you eat this. I like to eat this. It's delicious. You should eat it too."

"Grandma is getting old and has bad teeth, so she just eats one piece. You can eat more if you like."

Dimly lit lights in the hall,
Outside the half-hidden house door, the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking from the village could be heard from time to time.

It seems that time spans a few more years.

In the house, at the dinner table,
Sitting around are women, middle-aged men, children, and old women.

The child has grown up a bit and is much taller than before.

Women, middle-aged men have a few more wrinkles on their faces, and the skin on the old women's faces is getting looser, with more grooves and age spots.

The woman and the middle-aged man were sitting on one side of the square table. The woman was sitting in a daze, her gaze distracted. The middle-aged man stretched his limping legs to the side, smiling and looking at his child.

The child seemed to be four or five years old, and he was sitting alone on one side of the square table, holding his favorite dish for his grandmother.

The old lady was sitting on the other side of the square table, the seat beside her was already vacant, she smiled and lowered her body forward, just responding to her grandson's words.

"Take this spoon to serve some soup for grandma. Grandma has bad teeth and is suitable for this kind of stew."

The middle-aged man looked at his child and said something with a smile.

"it is good."

When the child heard his father's words, he stood up and reached out to pick up the spoon next to the soup bowl.

"Grandma, I'll serve you soup."

"Okay, my grandson is really sensible and obedient..."

"Hee hee...Grandma, it's ready, here it is."

"Hmm...it's delicious."

The child couldn't stop smiling when he heard his grandmother praise him.

After filling the soup, he handed the soup back to the old woman,
The old lady took it, took a sip, and then said with a smile,

"It's hard work for my precious grandson, let my precious grandson continue to eat."

"Ah."

The child nodded heavily, then sat back again, holding the chopsticks that were a bit long for him, and eating the vegetables in the bowl.

The old woman laughed, squatted down and took another sip of the soup in the bowl.

He raised his head, looked at his grandson and daughter, and paused again.

"You guys go ahead and eat. Two sweet potatoes were roasted in the stove with the remaining fire, and I'll dig out the sweet potatoes that are roasting in the stove."

The old woman stood up,
"Mom, let's eat first, and plan later."

The middle-aged man responded.

"That can't be done. Today, the stove has been cooking for a long time, and there is a lot of fire. I threw it in when I finished cooking. When we finish eating, I'm afraid the sweet potatoes will be burnt."

"Go ahead and eat, I'll dig out the sweet potatoes first."

The old woman said with a smile, then moved her feet and walked into the kitchen.

"Grandma, is that the kind of red roasted sweet potato? The outside is red..."

"yes……"

When the child heard the roasted sweet potatoes, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand with great interest, and looked into the kitchen.

The old woman who had already walked into the kitchen listened to the voice and responded.

There were some rustling sounds from the kitchen. The old woman first carried some hot roasted sweet potatoes, then found a plate in the kitchen to put them on, and took the sweet potatoes out of the kitchen with the plate.

"...It's still a little hot, wait a while before reaching out."

The child looked eagerly, but did not speak.

The old woman put the plate of roasted sweet potatoes on the table, then smiled and said to the child,
The child didn't speak, but nodded heavily, then picked up the chopsticks again, and ate some other dishes in the bowl, but turned his head from time to time, looking at the roasted sweet potatoes next to him.

"Fushi also likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes. Just like when your mother was little."

The old woman smiled and talked, then turned her head and looked at the woman,
The woman was just a little stunned, raised her head, and looked at the old woman with distracted eyes,

I don't know if I understood what the old woman said.

"Anle likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes. I can't go home. I didn't eat them all I wanted. In the morning, I went to the field to dig some sweet potatoes. This year's sweet potato harvest is not bad. I'll wait for you to go back later. Chengde, take some back."

"it is good."

The old woman smiled, then lowered her head, and looked at the few roasted sweet potatoes on the plate.

"The surface is a little cold, take it if you like it, but it's still hot inside, eat it slowly."

Reaching out to touch it, the old woman said with a smile,

From time to time, I watched the boy reach out and pick up a baked sweet potato to eat, then paused, and then looked back at his mother.

"Mom, you eat too."

The boy looked at his mother and spoke aloud.

The woman turned her head in a daze, looking at her child, her eyes were still out of focus, distracted and lifeless.

"Eat it yourself, there are more."

The old woman said aloud to the child,
Immediately afterwards, he turned his head back and looked at his daughter.

"Girl, you like to eat this, take it and eat it, ah."

The old woman picked up another sweet potato, gently peeled off the skin of the roasted sweet potato with her rough and deformed fingers, and handed it to the woman.

The woman turned her head, still staring in a daze.

"Take it and eat it, baked sweet potato."

The old woman moved the roasted sweet potato closer and handed it to the woman's hand.

The woman was holding the roasted sweet potatoes, staring blankly, her eyes still distracted, she peeled some roasted sweet potatoes, steaming from them.

Immediately afterwards, the woman took the roasted sweet potato, stuffed it into her mouth, and ate it.

"Eat slowly, don't burn it."

The middle-aged man next to him greeted her aloud, helped the woman pull up her clothes, and skimmed off some dust on her body.

The woman took the roasted sweet potato and ate it bit by bit. Then, suddenly, she stopped.

Leng Leng looked at the sweet potato.

The woman stretched out her hand and pinched the top half of the roasted sweet potato.

"Hey, it's hot."

The old woman watched and hurriedly greeted her.

The woman continued to move, and squeezed the upper half of the peeled sweet potato flat with her hands.

Gradually pinched the sweet potato in half, and put it in two hands.

Standing up quickly again, the woman put the half of the sweet potato that had been pulled down, and put it beside the old woman, in front of the empty seat,

Sit back again.

"Silly boy."

Seeing the woman's sudden movement, the old woman stood up to stop her,
Looking at the half sweet potato on the table in front of the empty seat next to him, and then at his daughter on the other side of the table,
There was a smile on his face, but there were some muddy tears in his eyes.

"Fushi, if you like roasted sweet potatoes, you can follow his mother. Anle likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes, you can follow her father."

"Silly boy, there are roasted sweet potatoes here. I'll save them for your dad. I haven't forgotten your dad."

"Let me check, is my hand hot?"

"Daughter-in-law, show me your hands. It seems a little red. Mom, do you have any medicine? I'll apply it to Anle."

"Yes, why not? When her father was still there, she was afraid of this silly girl. When she got hurt, she prepared everything."

Next to it, a middle-aged man and an old woman were talking, and the child put down his food and watched from the side.

The woman was still in a daze, with a dazed face and distracted eyes, holding the remaining half of the roasted sweet potato and eating it. There was a red mark on her hand, and she didn't seem to feel any pain.

……

The three of Chen Lun were standing by the side of the room.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and they fell in front of him. The scene in this room was naturally reflected in Chen Lun's eyes.

Beside them, Shu Rou and Rao Chang were pondering and staring at the figures and scenes in the room.

At this moment, the surroundings began to change rapidly again,
At the same time, there were voices of speech.

"...An Le, we are going back, let's come again next time."

"Fushi, say goodbye to grandma..."

Amid the sound of some words, the surroundings changed rapidly.

followed by

The voice of the voice fades away,
The scene is transformed.

(End of this chapter)