On July 23rd, Sunday, it was a sunny day. We were in Jinjiaba. In the afternoon, my grandmother, my little brother, and I were making gluten together. My grandmother had almost finished making it, so she gave some to my little brother, otherwise he might have made it all disappear. I took some directly without using the gluten my grandmother had washed. As a result, the gluten I washed was only a small amount. My grandmother smiled and said, "You should use the ones I washed, otherwise you might wash away all the gluten." I had no choice but to use the gluten my grandmother had washed. Later, my little brother put the gluten in his hand and started patting it with his other hand. My grandmother shouted, "You can't do that." Then, my brother and I gave my grandmother equal amounts of gluten to wash again. After that, my grandmother went to the river to wash it. I gave her the gluten, but my little brother seemed reluctant. In the end, he reluctantly gave it to my grandmother. We had a lot of fun washing gluten this time. |