While waiting for the medicine to brew, Li Yuzhu chatted leisurely with Old Mrs. Zhao.
Basically, it was the old lady talking, and she echoing.
The words of an Alzheimer's patient often get jumbled, praising your nice-sounding name in one sentence, and then asking what your name is in the next. Praising your obedient child for growing a few teeth in one sentence, then asking how old your grandson is in the next.
People without patience, or those unaware of the elderly person's illness, would be driven mad and not engage much in conversation.
Li Yuzhu accepted money, solving problems for others.
So she accompanied the old lady in idle chat.
The old lady regarded her as a just-weaned baby, so she admitted she was a baby.
The old lady asked when her son would marry, and she twitched her mouth, saying he would marry next year.
The old lady said, "You're talking nonsense! Isn't your son only eleven? How can he get married?"
