My grandmother has launched her Operation Leftovers in full force on me now that it’s just me and her, and the maid. I’ve been having leftovers for days. Last night’s dinner was left over stew, without the meat, which she compensated by putting in two boiled eggs. I can’t really say I’m complaining but she tends to insist that I finish ALL the food at the table and when I least expect it I’ll catch her staring at me despairingly and mutter about how fat I’m becoming. I had actually wanted instant noodles but she maintains that one should always have rice for dinner.
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