It was the harvest season. The rest of the family was busy in the fields, and it was my responsibility to watch Grandma. Grandma held the 1 that idle (懒惰的) hands are the devil's workshop, and she 2 to make a cake for the family. I anxiously reminded her that she couldn't see, which made her 3, "God gave us five 4 and seeing is just one of them."
She 5 herself up from the sofa, and I 6 her to where her apron hung on the wall. Following Grandma's 7 I carefully nestled (安置) a cup in her hand, found a big bowl and 8 it in front of her. I was watching the 9 where she blindly but 10 measured two level cups of flour in the big bowl in 11 when she commanded me to find the baking powder.
I found a can and handed it to her. She licked her finger, dipped it in the powder and 12 it. She declared it was soda and urged me to try it. It tasted bitter and fizzy. The next container I found was not quite so bitter, and Grandmother announced that she was 13 that was baking powder.
Then she showed me how to crack an egg 14 and let me help beat the cake. By now the kitchen was showing the 15 of our cake-making. Just as I wondered when we should put the cake into the wood stove, Grandma opened the oven door and 16 her hand inside. She announced that the 17 was just right.
When I proudly carried the cake out of the stove, Grandma eased herself into the rocker and said with a smile, "Someday you will face difficulties. Don't be too 18 to look around and see how you can overcome them. Use the materials and abilities that God gives you. Count what you 19, not what you don't."
I don't remember how the cake 20, but I have never forgotten the making of it.
