Chapter 2 2 Mr. Willy Wonka's Factory

2 Mr. Willy Wonka's Factory In the evening after supper, that is, the kind of clear soup with little water in the cabbage soup, Charlie always went into the room where his grandparents lived, listened to their stories, and said good night to them after the story, and then he go to sleep. The old people are all over ninety years old, they are as shriveled as dried peaches, and emaciated like skeletons.Every day, before Charlie went to visit them, they would curl up in one bed, the two of them at one end, with their nightcaps on to keep their heads from the cold, and just doze off and do nothing.But as soon as Charlie opened the door and said, "Grandpa Joe, Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George, and Grandma Georgina, good evening." Immediately the four old people would sit up abruptly, their withered and wrinkled faces glowing brightly. , with a happy smile.Then the conversation started.They all loved this little boy very much, he was the light in their lives, and all they looked forward to was his arrival at night.Often, Charlie's parents would come in together and stand at the door, listening to the old man tell stories.that's it.For about half an hour each evening there was such joy in the room that the whole family forgot about hunger and poverty.

One night, Charlie came in to greet his grandparents, and he asked them, "Is Wonka's chocolate factory really the biggest in the world?" "Why?" The four old people suddenly shouted together. "Of course it's true! My God, don't you know? It's about fifty times the size of the other factories!" "So Willy Wonka is really the smartest chocolatier in the world?" "My dear boy," said Grandpa Joe, lifting himself up a little from the pillow, "Mr. Willy Wonka is the most amazing, incredible, and brilliant chocolatier who ever lived! I think everyone Know this!"

"I know he's famous, Grandpa, and I know he's very smart..." "Smart!" cried the old man. "He's more than smart! He's a wizard of chocolate! He can make anything—if he wants to! Isn't that true, my dear?" The other three old people nodded slowly and said, "Absolutely, absolutely true." Grandpa Joe continued, "Didn't I never tell you about Mr. Willy Wonka and his factory?" "Never," answered little Charlie. "My God! How did I do this!" "Would you please tell me now, Grandpa?" "Of course. Come, sit next to me. Listen, dear."

Grandpa Joe is the oldest among the four old people.He was ninety-six and a half years old, and most people can only live to such an old age.Like all very old people, he was very weak, and he hardly spoke during the day.But at night, whenever his favorite grandson, Charlie, came into the room, he seemed to be very young, which was incredible.His weariness was gone, and he became as eager and excited as a young man. "Oh, Mr. Willy Wonka is such an amazing man!" Grandpa Joe exclaimed. "For example, he invented more than two hundred new kinds of chocolate, each with a different filling, each sweeter, creamier, and better tasting than the chocolates produced by other chocolate factories. tasty!"

"Exactly!" cried Grandma Josephine. "He sends these chocolates all over the world, doesn't he, Joe?" "Yes, my dear, that's how it is, and he gave them to all the kings and presidents, too. And it's not just chocolates he makes. Oh no! Mr. Willy Wonka has some really wonderful stuff in his What an invention! Did you know that he invented a way to make chocolate ice cream that would never melt without being in the refrigerator. Even if you put it out in the sun all morning on a hot day, it wouldn't melt!" "That's impossible!" said little Charlie, looking at his grandfather with wide-eyed eyes.

"Sounds impossible of course!" exclaimed Grandpa Joe, "and it's utterly absurd! And yet Mr. Willy Wonka made this chocolate!" "It's true!" The other three old people nodded and agreed with him. "Mr Wonka made this chocolate." "And," continued Grandpa Joe, now very slowly so that Charlie could hear every word he said, "Mr. Willy Wonka can make a violet-scented fruit juice Sugar and hard candies that change color every ten seconds to suck on, and small, thin candies that melt as soon as you put them in your mouth. He can also make chewing gum that never goes away, and sugar balloons. A sugar balloon that can be blown so big that you have to poke it with a needle before you can eat it. He also has a very secret way of making lovely blue bird eggs with black spots, which he puts in the You put it in your mouth and the egg gets smaller and smaller, and then all of a sudden it's gone and there's a very small pink sugar chick sitting on the tip of your tongue."

Grandpa Joe paused for a while, and slowly stroked his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Just thinking about it makes my mouth water," he said. "I'm drooling too," said little Charlie. "But let's go on." While they were talking, Charlie's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bucket, entered the door silently.The two also stood by the door, listening quietly. "Tell Charlie about that crazy Indian prince," said Grandma Josephine, "he'll love to hear it." "You mean Prince Pondicherry?" Grandpa Joe asked, and he started giggling.

"That's a complete madman!" said Grandpa George. "Very rich," said Grandma Georgina. "What did he do, huh?" asked little Charlie impatiently. "Listen," said Grandpa Joe, "I'll tell you."