My dear old grandpa.
His life in old age is actually very nourishing, and he has everything he wants. The level of food and clothing is much higher than that of the children at home, which often makes us third-generation children make envious sounds.
But as he got older, he began to do a lot of things in his spare time. In general, everyone tries their best to be tolerant and coax. When the weather is hot in the summer, he loses his temper and refuses to eat. I came up with the idea to secretly replace his water with glucose water, so that he will not be hungry without eating. After drinking it for a month, he became appetizing and gained weight. Everyone I was worried that his metabolism would be poor as he got older, but I couldn't bear to take away this little sweet taste, so I first changed him to honey water, and then to an expensive sweetener that can also be taken by diabetics. Several of his children, whose hair has started to grow gray in middle age, are on duty every week to accompany him for meals. He is extremely picky about food, often naming certain pastries that are difficult to buy, and also asking for different ways to eat them. I especially like to eat some luxurious seasonal vegetables and meats. His residence is a complete replica of a high-end ward, which my uncles spent huge sums of money to transform into a particularly advanced building.
Before he broke his thigh by forcing himself to exercise, he was extremely free-spirited. I often joke that his schedule is the same as mine on the other side of the ocean - my mother occasionally asks me to observe the surveillance over there when I think of it. He often gets up at three o'clock in the morning Beijing time to take a walk and have "breakfast." Then at seven o'clock, I waited anxiously for my dear aunt to drive from the other side of the city to bring him food from an old pastry shop. Sometimes it was the wontons he requested, and sometimes it was bread and cakes from a high-end bakery. . In order to deliver this meal to him, my aunt often got up at five o'clock to go out, buy snacks on the electric car and then drive again. At the same time, my aunt had to take care of my sister who was in high school. Then at about 11 noon, my dear grandfather was waiting for one of his children to come and have lunch with him. If the meat dish he likes is not available or is too boring, he will be unhappy. Finally, at three o'clock in the afternoon, he finished his last meal and went to sleep contentedly.
He is also a very strong person. No matter what, he refused to accept a nanny, so my uncle, who was nearly 60 years old, had to stay with him all the time. He often regretted that he could not walk as fast as before. Maybe he was too busy, so he said to my aunt: "I feel like I can't do it anymore."
My aunt was naturally surprised, because he still ate so exquisitely. Then he said: "I can eat and move, why can't I?"
My grandpa said: "I can't eat or move. I feel like your mother (my grandma) is taking me away."
My aunt suddenly changed her color, realizing that this old man was too busy looking for trouble.
He replied domineeringly:
"You have a beautiful idea!"
My dear grandpa then put away his pretended weak appearance and lowered his head to finish the large shrimp wontons hand-wrapped in the refrigerator. After eating freshly bought scallion pancakes, I quietly ate an extra big apple