Night fragrance egg soup

Back at noon the other day, the elderly told me that their relatives had given them some night flowers and potatoes and potatoes. The relative came here several times, and I knew him. He was too old to come out and sell something. At first I thought, if my husband was at home, the first reaction would be that he was too old to want her stuff. And then I thought, instead of her, that she was upset, and I thought that she was like two sons, who seemed to be in a bad mood, that she didn't need so much money in the family, that she could sell something from time to time, that she could not eat enough, that the old man's sickness would be idle, that she would grow something to sell something, and that it was crucial to remember that the people who were in need were happy, that the social rhythm was fast, that the old people were very different, that the old people, especially in the countryside, could grow something that would make them feel safe and happy, that they felt that they were still alive, and that they could grow on land and live with it for the rest of their lives, and that it was hard for them to live with it. My parents, too, have to grow fields every year because they are not well, so many peanuts have to be grown this year, and the previous part goes back to see how many cans of peanuts there are, how much oil two people can eat at home, and not how often our sisters go home. Back to the night flowers, we used to have one in front of our house, we rarely went back in two years, we didn't know it was still there, and this thing didn't grow at all, it was good for soup, meat or eggs or tofu。