Reborn 1980 Get rich by eating melons

Chapter 162 Who are you looking for?
When people get old, they sometimes look like children, so people always call some older people old children, referring to this type of old people.

Looking at the situation inside, it is likely that the old man wants to eat pickled vegetable and pork dumplings, but his son and daughter-in-law can't get that taste, so the old man has a small temper and is unwilling to eat.

Once a person gets old and lives in the ward, it is not an exaggeration to say that one day is less and less. The men and women beside the bed look helpless and distressed, but there is no impatient look. They are also a pair of filial children.

Thinking that the pickles in the lunch box were authentic farm pickles made by Lin Fengying herself, she raised her hand and knocked on the door of the ward.

"Who are you looking for?" The man standing by the bed looked up at Tong Yao. Seeing that it was a strange little girl who knocked on the door, he couldn't help but feel strange. This is a single ward, and only his father and no outsiders live in it. This little girl What to do?
Tong Yao nodded politely at the man, and then said softly: "Hello, I just heard this old man say that he wants to eat pickled vegetable and pork dumplings, and what happens to be the pickled vegetable and pork dumplings in my lunch box, this is my mother herself Do you want to give the old man a taste of the pickles you made?"

In her previous life, Tong Yao grew up in a welfare institution, and the best thing for her was the dean's grandfather. Unfortunately, the dean's grandfather got cancer and died before she graduated from university. Before she left, she also wanted to eat dumplings.

However, what he wanted to eat were pickled vegetable dumplings made by his mother. His mother had passed away many years ago, so he couldn't eat the dumplings made by his mother until the dean's grandfather closed his eyes.

Just now when she heard that the old man wanted to eat dumplings, she thought of the dean's grandfather, so she took a second look inside and asked the old man if he wanted to eat dumplings.

At this time, the old man who was having a child's temper on the hospital bed looked at Tong Yao when he heard that there were farm pickled vegetable and pork dumplings.

"This..." The man was a little hesitant. He didn't know who the little girl in front of the ward was, so it's not good to rashly accept other people's dumplings.

Seeing the man's tangled expression, Tong Yao probably guessed something, and quickly smiled: "Don't worry, these dumplings are very hygienic. My husband is a doctor in the hospital. He is making rounds. Grandpa said he wanted to eat pickled vegetable dumplings, and I thought I had them here, so I wanted to give him a taste, if you don’t mind, you can let grandpa taste one first.”

Even though she said so, she didn't get the man's consent. Tong Yao still stood at the door and didn't lift her foot to go in. She just saw the old man and thought of the dean's grandfather. If the man insisted on not giving the old man to eat, she would not force her Originally, this dumpling was also made for Si Chen to eat.

When he heard that Tong Yao was a doctor's wife, the man's expression instantly relaxed, and seeing his father staring at the lunch box in Tong Yao's hand, he said helplessly, "Thank you then."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to the woman next to him, "Wenqing, quickly find an empty lunch box to pack dumplings."

Seeing that they agreed to give the old man the dumplings made by her, Tong Yao was overjoyed, walked in, opened the lunch box, a smell of pickled vegetables and dumplings wafted out, the old man's eyes brightened instantly, and he was as happy as a child.

When men and women saw this scene, smiles appeared on their faces. Regardless of whether the dumplings tasted right or not, the happiness of the old man at this moment was real.

Wen Qing smiled and took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked a dumpling out of Tong Yao's lunch box, and said softly: "Little girl, I'll pick one up first, my chopsticks are clean and unused, if the old man doesn't like it, you You can also give it to your lover to eat, so it won’t be wasted.”

"It's okay." Tong Yao smiled obediently, "If grandpa likes to eat, let him eat more. I still have pickles at home, so I can pack them when I go back. It will be very fast."

"Thank you." Wen Qing smiled and nodded, seeing the old man eagerly waiting to eat the dumplings, she didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly brought the dumplings to the old man's mouth.

Tong Yao quietly looked at Wen Qing for a while. She was wearing a gray short sleeve embroidered with lotus flowers, her skin was fair, and she spoke slowly and without haste. From the way she spoke, it could be seen that the whole family was educated.

Cultural people in this era basically have family backgrounds. This family can live in a single ward, so it is not an ordinary family.

When Tong Yao looked at Wen Qing distractedly, the grandfather ate the first dumpling. The 78-year-old man only had a few teeth left in his mouth. He chewed slowly for a while, his eyes warmed up, and he nodded, "Okay." Eating, it’s the taste, it’s the taste, it’s the taste.”

He said it was this smell three times in a row, and his eye sockets gradually turned red, and his cloudy eyes were filled with mist. As for what this smell is, no one knows.

"Dad, why are you still crying?" Wen Qing was at a loss when he saw the old man crying.

The man also quickly took out a tissue to wipe the grandfather's tears, and softly said like coaxing a child: "Dad, let's eat more delicious food, don't cry!"

"It's this taste, it's this taste." The old man whimpered and quickly finished eating a dumpling. As he got older and his life was coming to an end, he missed the dumplings made by his mother when he was a child and his mother more and more in his mind.

Seeing this, Tong Yao immediately took the initiative to pour all the dumplings in the lunch box into the lunch box in Wen Qing's hand, "Since the old man likes to eat, let him eat more, and I'll make it when I go back."

There are still a lot of pickles at home, so it’s okay to make pickled vegetables dumplings for Shichen at night. The elderly eat one less meal, so let’s eat it first!
"Dumplings, dumplings." The old man seemed to dislike Wen Qing's slow feeding, and kept murmuring dumplings, in a hurry.

"The dumplings are here." I wanted to thank Tong Yao, but the old man was in a hurry, so Wen Qing could only feed the old man the dumplings first.

The man's eyes turned red when he saw his father's delicious food, but he quickly adjusted his emotions, and sincerely thanked Tong Yao: "My father has not eaten for a day, and he has been thinking about this dumpling for several days, and he has made it several times. Not satisfied, thank you."

"Grandpa likes to eat, as long as I don't bother you, let's go first."

Tong Yao greeted them, turned around and walked out. When she reached the door, she heard a man's voice behind her, "Excuse me, which doctor is your husband in the hospital? My father ate his lunch. I'm going to the cafeteria Buy one and give it away.”

Just now, I was worried about my father and didn't pay much attention to Tong Yao's appearance. Now that I looked carefully, I realized that Tong Yao looked like a high school student, and she was not very old. If Tong Yao didn't say that she was married, no one would associate her with her. The identity of the doctor's wife is linked together.

Father was hospitalized for a while, and he had seen more than half of the doctors in the hospital, but he didn't know which doctor's daughter-in-law she was.

"No, no need." Tong Yao waved her hands again and again, "As long as grandpa likes to eat, dumplings are worthless, I'll make them again when I go back, go back and take care of grandpa!"

After finishing speaking, he took his lunch box and ran to the other end of the corridor, for fear that the man would catch up and ask.

(End of this chapter)