Good night, Mr.President

A beautiful night passed. In the end, Gu Yunting still couldn't finish the big cake because it was really big enough. Even Wang Xinyi helped him eat it together. In the end, there was still more than half left.

However, Gu Yunting was reluctant to throw it away. He ordered people to put the cake in the refrigerator and send a large piece of cake to the ward for three meals a day.

Wang Xinyi didn't stop Gu Yunting's funny practice, but she was a little worried about whether Gu Yunting would be tired of the cake.

The next day, Wang Xinyi got up early. As agreed the day before, she was going to go to Grandpa and chat with him.

The old man, who is also a person, is relatively lonely. The occasional visit of the younger generation has become their favorite thing.

Uncle Su was in his house alone. Fortunately, Wang Xinyi called in advance when he went. Otherwise, he might have gone to his uncle.

After arriving, the doorman also knew Wang Xinyi. He opened the door directly and respectfully called her, "good, Miss Wang."

Wang Xinyi smiled politely at him and responded, "hello."

The servant was stunned. Unexpectedly, Wang Xinyi would pay attention to him. He said softly, "the master is waiting for Miss Wang in the flower hall."

Wang Xinyi lived here with Su Mo for some time last time. He knew that the flower hall was there. He said thank you to the servant and went to find Grandpa.

Through the quiet front garden, you can see the flower hall. From a distance, Wang Xinyi sees his grandfather lying on the rattan chair. Looking at the posture, he seems to be asleep.

So she deliberately took a light step and walked over slowly.

When he approached, several birds raised by grandpa called loudly. Uncle Su didn't open his eyes and said gently, "it's Xinyi..."

Wang Xinyi raised his hand and teased the bird. "It seems that these little things raised by grandpa are still useful. They all know to tell people."

"Ha ha..." old man Su slowly got up and poured his own tea. "Xinyi, do you want to have a cup, too?"

Wang Xinyi sat aside and looked at the green tea, but he didn't understand, "Grandpa, I think white water is more suitable for me."

Uncle Su smiled and poured a cup of tea for Wang Xinyi. "Try it."

Although Wang Xinyi was puzzled, he was obedient, so he tasted it, and then frowned, "bitter..."

But after a while, I felt a sweet lingering in my mouth. Curiously, I took the cup in my hand and looked, "Grandpa, what kind of tea is this?"

"Tea is not a special tea. The taste you taste can give you the same or even more feelings."

"Grandpa, aren't you going to tell me tea today?"

Master Su shook his head gently, "I want to tell Xinyi a story about your mother."

Wang Xinyi was overjoyed. "Grandpa, what you said is true?"

"I knew you wanted to know, but you never asked me."

"I'm not sure whether my mother's story is good or bad, and there is often more than one person around me, but I think one person knows those things, so I can't help asking Grandpa."

"I know all about your mother's days in the Su family, but when she left the Su family, she didn't know for the rest of her life. Xinyi, can you tell Grandpa me?"