"How lucky of you, old lady, to come today when there's still some left. How much do you want? I'll cut it for you," Zhuang Qingning said with a smile.
"Amitabha, finally, I can buy some." The aged woman pulled up the corners of her mouth, revealing her only remaining tooth. "Any amount will do. Just one pound of tofu, I suppose. I'm the only old lady left at home, so I can't eat much..."
"Speaking of which, this morning, the uncle next door gave me some spinach. When I get home, I'll stew some spinach, tofu, and glass noodles. Not only for lunch, I figure, but there should also be enough for dinner."
"As you age, you eat less and less. If you eat more, your stomach easily gets bloated, which is uncomfortable..."
Just like before, the old lady was muttering and saying some nonsensical things.