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Chapter 118 Whose cat still eats cabbage?

When he couldn't sleep, Han Mochen thought of the kitten that passed by his study at night.

He was sure that when he was in the study, a gaze was watching him.

It never occurred to him that he would be an outsider.

Han's house is heavily guarded, if outsiders break in, it is impossible for there to be no movement at all.

He immediately went out to check, and there was no one in the corridor, how could ordinary people disappear so quickly.

It must be a naughty cat, and I don't know where it ran into Han's house by mistake.

Later, Han Mochen found a leaf of Chinese cabbage in the corridor, picked it up and looked at it, it was fresh.

This kitten... ran in from the back kitchen?
Probably arched in the pile of green vegetables, right?Whose cat still eats cabbage?

Han Mochen felt that he was a little nervous, and at this moment he still thought about the kitten he had never met before. Could it be that, as Zhuo Qiu said, he should raise a little cat?
Thinking of this kitten, Han Mochen fell asleep in a daze.

……

After dawn, the rain stopped.

Han Mo Chen got up early as usual to visit his grandmother.

When he went there today, he was surprised to find that his grandmother was eating, and it was delicious.

The old lady usually has a loss of appetite, and her face is not very good when she sees eating.

Those porridges were ordered by the family doctor, so she reluctantly took a few mouthfuls.

Now Mrs. Han has a bowl of millet porridge, a white steamed bun and a tea egg in front of her.

Simple and light, nourishing the stomach.

"Grandma, you have a good appetite today. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some more food for you." Han Mochen said, with an imperceptible hint of joy on his face.

Mrs. Han smiled and said: "Chen'er doesn't need to worry too much, these are enough. I couldn't eat the medicinal porridge you asked me to make last night. This morning I found myself craving something. Look, the medicine I have been drinking porridge for more than two years, so let's stop."

Han Mochen pondered for a moment, and replied with one word: "Okay."

Anything goes as long as Grandma is comfortable.

It was really painful for him to watch his grandmother usually eat the medicinal porridge, but now she doesn't want to eat it.

Mrs. Han thought of the "little angel" in her dream last night.

Sure enough, by following what she said, adjusting your mentality, and eating light food, you will indeed feel much more comfortable.

She felt that the dream last night was very real, as if...

The little guy seemed to be talking to her right in front of her the whole time.

That little guy kept saying that he was a little angel protecting Chen'er, and Mrs. Han believed it.

Her Chen'er lost the love of her parents at a young age, and has lived a hard life in the past few years. Madam Han naturally hopes that her precious grandson can enjoy happiness.

If such a little angel really existed to protect her Chen'er, then she hoped that this little angel would always exist.

I don't know if I can meet this little guy in my dreams in the future?
……

Han Mochen saw his grandmother eating happily, and his uneasy mood suddenly improved a little.

"Grandma, I'm going back to the study to read first, call me if you have anything to do." Han Mochen said respectfully.

"Alright, Chen'er doesn't need to worry about grandma. Grandma has seen it off now and will take good care of her body. You can go and do your work quickly, and don't worry too much about my old lady." Mrs. Han said.

Han Mochen nodded slightly, and left the room gently.

Just as she was about to go to the study, she put her hand on the doorknob, but before she could open it, there was a rush of footsteps behind her.

I saw Zhuo Qiu climbing up the stairs, and ran to Han Mochen anxiously.

(End of this chapter)