After Mr. Mu's eyes moved, he sighed: "Last time she found me, I didn't want to cause you any trouble, so I didn't say anything. I am very satisfied with my life now, and she also has her own. Life. In this case, I don't think there seems to be any need to meet her between me and her. "
After Mu Wanwan heard this, her heart ached to death: "Grandpa, as long as everything is fine with you, I won't find it troublesome. You have to promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will tell me as soon as possible. "
"Okay, grandpa has remembered it all, don't be sad, grandpa won't see you unhappy." Mr. Mu stretched out his hand, and patted Mu Wanwan's back to comfort him.
Mu Wanwan was relieved, skipped this topic, and continued talking and laughing with Mr. Mu about other things.
An hour later, Simu finally cooked a sumptuous lunch, including sweet and sour pork ribs, Dongpo elbow, stir-fried three shredded pork, cold dried bamboo shoots, and a tomato and egg soup with fragrant rice. They are all home-cooked dishes.
"It smells so good, these dishes look delicious, Grandma Si, thank you for your hard work." Mu Wanwan pushed Mr. Mu's wheelchair to the table, and said to Si Mu with a smile.
"Then sit down and have a taste." Si Mu put the three bowls of rice on the table, and then distributed the chopsticks to the grandfather and grandson.
"Wanwan, hurry up, grab me a piece of elbow." Mr. Mu looked expectantly at the plate of elbow that was about to be stewed on the table, and said excitedly, "I've been greedy for it for a long time, but Xiao Mu has never been willing. Do it for me."
Mu Wanwan took a piece of elbow for Mr. Mu, put it in his bowl, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, this elbow is too high in fat. You can eat it once a month, it's good, don't be greedy."
Si Mu used to be a doctor, and usually admired the old man for being particular about what he did and what he ate. Mr. Mu's blood is not low, so he shouldn't eat these greasy meals often.
Mr. Mu didn't even bother to respond to Mu Wanwan, he ate that piece of elbow meat in one go, and then took two bites of rice: "Wanwan, have another piece."
Mu Wanwan picked another piece for Mr. Mu, and silently added some stir-fried three silks to him.
Seeing that Mr. Mu's food was so delicious, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but take a sip. The taste of the elbow was really impeccable, fat but not greasy, neither salty nor bland, especially tasty.
Mr. Mu ordered two more times. Seeing him alone, Mu Wanwan ate one-third of the meal, and said earnestly, "Grandpa, you've already eaten a lot, let's eat something else."
"The last piece, that's the last piece. I want a big one." Mr. Mu demanded a little stubbornly.
"Ahem, Mr. Mu, I think you don't want to eat anymore." Here, Si Mu gently put down the chopsticks in his hand while speaking, and his sharp eyes swept across the air, and fell on Mr. Mu.
"But, I think I can still eat some" Mr. Mu looked at the pork elbow reluctantly, as if it was not a plate of pork pork, but the lover of his dreams.
"I don't want you to think, I want me to think, I said you don't want to eat anymore." Si Mu's tone was beyond doubt, he was not discussing with Mr. Mu.
Seeing this scene, Mu Wanwan started beating drums in her heart, for fear that the two would quarrel.
Don't look at her grandfather who is usually gentle, as if he has no desires or desires. But she knew that what his grandfather valued most was food, and he didn't care if anyone robbed him of other things, but if anyone refused to give him his favorite food, he would definitely be furious.
It was because she knew that Mr. Mu would be petty in this regard, that she carefully discussed it with him, instead of directly refusing to let him eat it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com