Khin Hnin Yu - I don't want a governor.

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“Mom... I bought five pieces today. Here, the price is cheap, even five pieces are ten pieces, Mom. I weighed the head and weighed the five pieces. Out of fifty pieces, there was only one piece of head. I will cook the head, bones, and pickled leaves with pickled water, and then grind the meat into small pieces...”

Teacher Mya Mya Sein handed the shopping basket she had bought to her mother. Then she opened the three square metal rice bowls on the shelf. Inside the rice bowls were fried beef and rice. The rice bowls were carefully tied with a napkin.

“Ba Maung Cheung, Hla Maung Cheung, Thu Za Cheung, come and see if your bags are ready. Now... you guys come and get some rice. Mom doesn’t like waiting for the school bus. She just goes and waits in line in front of the house. As soon as the bus arrives, you guys get in the car right away. Take the bag and go.”

The three children ran to Mya Mya Sein's call and stood ready in front of her. They grabbed the rice balls from their mother's hands and ran downstairs with their bags.

Mom, who was preparing to cook by putting the items in the shopping basket one by one, looked at him.

“Sein Sein, when you talk to the children, speak softly, don’t shout loudly, or the little one will wake up. Maung Than Cheung just fell asleep while breastfeeding. So what’s wrong with Maung Than Cheung?”

The mother asked, as was her custom, giving priority to her son-in-law.

“What should I bring, Mom? He likes to stir-fry fish, and I bought him some tannin, which he likes. He likes to mix the sweet and sour paste with the tannin, and the tannin is very good. Since the tannin is just starting to grow, I have to give these little ones four pieces at a time. I bought it for one kyat. Let them eat eight pieces in the morning and eight pieces at dinner. Mom likes it too, right? Isn’t it a waste of money to spend one kyat on food?”

"Oh... I sometimes like shrimp..."

“I know you like it, Mom. The other day, five shrimps were sold for two and a half kyats. Do you believe me? So, I can only feed shrimps twice a month. If I feed them to my sons, they are all talkative and talkative, and my father. I don’t feed them to me. If I feed my grandchildren shrimps every day, they will be hungry for half a month. They won’t be full with just two shrimps. So, I have to eat them once a month. My son-in-law is also very old. A pound of shrimp costs six or seven kyats, so when it’s cheap, it’s a little bit expensive, but now it’s ten kyats, and it tastes good.”

"Hey... men are like that, don't make a fuss, even if we both look for each other, he'll be miserable. So I made milk for the youngest one in the morning, and I only had one day's supply of powdered milk. Come buy it in the evening."

“I’ll buy it, Mom. That baby wants to suckle this milk after weaning. I didn’t want to encourage the black market. The other day, when I went to see the milk powder distribution committee, they said, “We only give milk powder to babies up to one and a half months old. Now, we’ve been giving it to your baby until he’s two years old. Six months have passed.” My daughter is still confused about the law.

"So, you have to bring a letter of recommendation to show which office you work in," he said. "I'll go buy it from the market by myself in the evening, Mom, Pusoo, and Malaya."//

"They're playing downstairs..."

Daw Nyein Mae didn't say anything to her daughter and started doing her kitchen chores. At nine o'clock, they would finish their meal and then go to work with their daughter and son-in-law. Although the general public didn't say anything, Daw Nyein Mae felt happy when she saw Maung Than Cheung eating his favorite curry, rice, and fish paste soup. If Mya Mya Sein didn't want to, she would go to the market herself. She realized that they were the ones who would provide food and she was the one who would sit down and eat. She thought.

After my son-in-law and daughter-in-law went to work, I would bathe Pusu and Malai and feed them breakfast. Whether it was while feeding the children or preparing rice for the two eldest boys and two girls, I would usually mix this beef with fried onions and tomatoes and eat it with the skin on. Whenever I had to serve it as a dish, I would feel bad.

"Grandma... I'll eat shrimp, fried fish, fried fish..."

The children didn't understand anything, they just shouted what they wanted to eat. Daw Nyein Mae would be very upset at that time. When the price of catfish was high, it was six or seven kyats, and when it was low, it was nine or ten kyats. Although the fish was the same, catfish and tamarind were more nutritious than the five. She didn't fry the five, but fried them for a second time, or fried shrimp, or mixed with fruits every other day, and she wanted to feed them to her grandchildren. Cooking a good dish to make the dish nutritious and giving it to the children in a small bowl is healthier and more suitable for children than paying for food or toothpaste. That's why she created the system of giving them a bowl of rice.

Pusu and Ma were fed and made to sleep. He himself wanted to doze off after eating. When an adult in his fifties or sixties arrives, he should lie down and rest for at least half an hour after breakfast. He should doze off. However, he would wake up when he was fed. He picked up his little grandson and went downstairs.

"What about Than Htay, Puma..." Puma ran out of the kitchen when she heard Daw Nyein's voice.

“Kyi Kyi Htay went to the monastery this morning. The monk also said he would take the precepts while delivering alms. But he won’t be at the monastery all day today. He will return in the afternoon. Is there something wrong with Kyi Kyi Nyein?”

Puma explained Daw Than Htay's plan in detail.

"Aye... when he comes back, come over to the house for a while, Kyi Nyein..."

"Yes.. I'll keep talking..."

Daw Nyein Mae returned to her home with her little grandson.