The nurse passed by again, and the two women immediately fell silent, keeping quiet.
The nurse glanced inside.
The two instinctively held their breath.
Once the nurse was far away, they both exhaled simultaneously, then exchanged a glance, their shoulders drooping slightly.
Granny: "It's stewed already, let me cool it down, I need to drink it all."
Aunt: "Why do you want to drink it? You should refuse so that I can have it."
Granny: "I don't want to let you off so easily."
Aunt: "They all say I'm the stingiest woman in the village, but I can't compare to you, Granny."
Granny gave her a sideways glance: "I picked you because of your thriftiness."
Aunt: "I shouldn't have been tempted by that bit of meat from your family back then."
The two women criticized each other, and inexplicably, Granny's heavy heart lightened a little.
Granny drank the chicken soup, exhaled a breath, and her face regained some color, "Has the burial happened?"
