"No wonder I didn't recognize myself on TV..."
He took a deep breath.
Chen Yu's anger rose quickly.
And disappeared just as quickly.
He quickly calmed down and hugged his frail Ms. Chen, then excitedly walked to the stove to inspect, "Mom, what are you cooking? It looks like a buried mine."
"Shoot! It's burnt!" Chen slapped her thigh and hurriedly rushed to turn off the gas.
"Burnt?" Ms. Chen turned around in confusion and then with frustration, rubbed her eyes hard, "I'm really useless..."
"Okay, let my sister cook. You rest for a while." Chen Yu supported Ms. Chen, walked her around the tent, looked up at Chen, "Do we usually sleep on wire, sister? There's nowhere even to sit."
"There is! Wait till I finish cooking, flip these pots over, lay out the plank, and it becomes a bed," Chen said as she scraped off the burnt food.
"Alright, then we'll just stand and chat for a while." Chen Yu gently patted Ms. Chen's shoulder and asked softly, "Mom, when did you lose your sight?"
