After returning home, I made my first meal, which was finally simple and healthy, with less oil and less salt, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stewed with eggplant, potatoes and green peppers. The potatoes were from Dali. The red potatoes from Yunnan are very pink and I like them better. They are not available in the mainland. I fried them with porcini mushrooms in Dali before. The remaining one was brought to Wuxi 2,600 kilometers away. How much is this potato worth? It must be more expensive than the ones in Xibei.
After dinner, I went to see my father. I met him in the elevator of the nursing home. He was pushed into the elevator in a wheelchair by the caregiver. Sometimes the caregiver would push him to move around. When I saw my expression change in the elevator, my eyes widened. I knew I recognized me, and I was worried that one day I would not be able to recognize him.
My father's right shoulder feels uncomfortable and is not very flexible. In addition, his right hand cannot make a full fist and his ability to move around is worse than before. I plan to take him to Jiangda Hospital for a routine blood test tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
I went to see my aunt again, an elderly neighbor for many years, and saw that I have been in a nursing home since I was a child. There are various atmospheres in the nursing home. Some are in good health and are still very active, and some are not in good health. They just hang around day by day, and their expressions are dull and numb.
After returning to Wuxi, the weather was still hot and muggy during the day. The reason was more obvious due to the humid air on the top floor. I felt a little sleepless today. After driving back from a long distance, my body had not yet adjusted to the climate in Dali and the climate in Wuxi.
I came across some passers-by A, B, and C two days ago and it was fun to chat with them. I had dinner in Xianning City, Hubei the day before yesterday, and I planned to take the expressway. I saw an Uncle Xiong dumpling, so I went in and ordered some dumplings. In addition, Hubei naturally wants to eat hot dry noodles. It tastes good. Minced meat and radish cubes are mixed with sauce and chopped green onion. It can be said to be the Hubei version of Shanghai scallion noodles, but it has a richer flavor than scallion noodles. There was a big guy next to me who ordered two dumplings each and was sweating profusely from eating. I waved the folding fan in my hand and asked him jokingly, "Can I lend you the fan?" He said no, it was very hot today and it was fine yesterday. I said it was 14 degrees starting from Dali, and I was still shaking a little when I walked in the wind. It was now 32 degrees in Hubei. He said the summer in Yunnan is good. He goes to Qujing every summer and eats a lot. The food is fresh and the variety is good. The boss came out and I turned on the air conditioner for you. The big guy moved over and sat under the air conditioner across from me to talk about Yunnan.
After getting on the expressway, I drove late and refueled in the middle. At 9pm, there were still many cars in the gas station in the service area, and the lights were bright. For some reason, the six gas stations at this gas station seemed to have one employee, running around to refuel. When it was my turn, I looked and saw a very young girl. I said, "What time does this shift end?" "Until 2pm" "11 to 2 o'clock in the evening is the time for skin metabolism. If you don't sleep at this time, your skin will be in poor condition. This is a serious problem. You are not married yet." After hearing this, the little girl turned around in her busy schedule. She was still wearing glasses, her sweaty hair stuck to her cheeks, and smiled.
In a moment of life, each scene is like a piece of film. After a while, the film is over, and when the play ends, the dust has settled.
I was sleepy again, so I went to sleep without thinking too much.