Mo Shao, please don't be sentimental

"Wow, it's really delicious." After lunch, Lin Ranzhu sighed contentedly.

Four dishes and one soup, although it is not very rich, but as the saying goes, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. With such pitiful ingredients as Lin Ranzhu and Mo Yuhan, it is not easy to cook so many dishes, let alone The taste is still so delicious!

Woohoo, Lin Ranzhu felt that he hadn't eaten enough, and wanted to eat more!
I even thought regretfully, why didn't I cheat before, cough, asked him to cook a few meals for me to relieve my hunger?
You know, she is really not used to most of the foreign food!
Xiaoyan wiped his mouth and smiled shyly: "How many days will the master and master stay here? Anyway, I only have an hour of work in the afternoon. If you find it convenient, I can come here every day to cook lunch and dinner for you."

After all, judging from how tired they are, they might not be able to get up and eat something like breakfast.

Although Xiaoyan has no actual combat experience, don't underestimate an otaku.

Happiness came too suddenly, Lin Ranzhu said excitedly and hypocritically: "This...is it too much trouble for you?"

Mo Yuhan's mouth twitched.

This kind of answer is obviously willing but embarrassed to say it directly, otherwise, with Lin Ranzhu's style, he must have rejected it straight away.

Xiaoyan, who seemed honest and honest, smiled with deep merit and fame: "Then master, remember to leave me a key."

"Huh?" Lin Ranzhu was a little surprised.

Mo Yuhan was also a little nervous.

Because how can such a thing as a key be given casually?
If the two of them were there, wouldn't they be hit directly?
Xiaoyan smiled gently, and said again in a very understanding way: "The master cooks the porridge to see patients, right? So, I don't think you will be at home in the afternoon, so I can prepare it in advance with the key, and eat it directly when you come back Dinner. Don't worry, master, I will ask your permission before I open the door."

"Oh." Both Lin Ranzhu and Mo Yuhan heaved a sigh of relief.

After Xiaoyan finished speaking, he stood up, took out all the porridge, put it in an insulated lunch box, and handed it to Lin Ranzhu: "Master, Master, the hospital is almost lunch time, you go first, I will clean up here."

Lin Ranzhu was about to be moved to cry in an instant, the apprentice was truly a happy existence.

But time was running out, so she didn't have time to say anything, so she took a taxi with Mo Yuhan to the hospital with the nutritious porridge.

In the hospital, Mr. Mo had already woken up, and when they arrived, he was sitting on the raised hospital bed.

It's just that I can't move my hands, I can't speak, I can only wait quietly like this.

However, when he saw Mo Yuhan and Lin Ranzhu appearing in front of him holding hands, his eyes still showed relief, and there was also some inexplicable sense of relief.

"Grandpa, I brought porridge here, how about I feed you something?" Lin Ranzhu walked over and spoke first, then rolled his eyes, "If you agree, just blink."

A smile rippled in Mr. Mo's eyes, and then he blinked.

Lin Ranzhu was overjoyed, and quickly opened the lunch box and took out the spoon.

However, the moment she was about to feed her, Mo Yuhan suddenly said, "Your hand is hurt, let me do it."

Lin Ranzhu subconsciously wanted to say what's wrong with this little injury, but suddenly thought of something, and immediately handed him the lunch box: "Okay, but test the temperature before feeding, don't burn Grandpa."

"Okay." Mo Yuhan quickly took the lunch box and sat down beside the bed.

Old Man Mo's eyes widened in an instant, and he watched Mo Yuhan scoop up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his mouth, blew it, and then handed it to him in disbelief.

So, I forgot to open my mouth all of a sudden.

Because since he was very young, he has not been so close because he resented himself for being too strict with him.

"Open your mouth, your granddaughter-in-law cut off her hands just to make this porridge." Mo Yu Hanba said in a general manner, but although his tone was a bit stiff, there was no hint of impatience or coldness in it.

The corner of Lin Ranzhu's mouth twitched, it was so awkward that he called him Grandpa.

However, Mr. Mo obviously didn't care so much. Mo Yuhan was able to treat him like this, which was almost something he didn't dare to think about. How could there be any dissatisfaction?
So, quickly opened your mouth tremblingly, and drank a mouthful of porridge.

Then, a pair of vicissitudes of the face was full of excitement, and the eye sockets turned red.

Mo Yuhan's heart twitched, but he lowered his head and pretended not to see it, just blowing on the porridge over there.

Lin Ranzhu's eyes softened, Mo Yuhan was actually very delicate, but he was a little awkward with people.

In the future, it would be great if he could open his heart to his grandfather as he did to himself.

However, it still looks like a long way to go.

But now, she was very relieved, because Mr. Mo didn't seem to have to worry anymore.

This is because most post-stroke patients will have a certain degree of annoyance. They hate themselves who cannot move freely, and worry about being disgusted by their family members.

And Mo Yuhan's move was tantamount to giving old man Mo a shot in the arm.

Therefore, in order to gain more confidence for him, after lunch, under Lin Ranzhu's suggestion, the two of them did not leave soon.

Instead, he waited quietly for Mr. Mo to take his lunch break, then used a wheelchair to push him for a walk in the hospital park until dusk, and fed him the only nutritious hot liquid food in the hospital cafeteria—chicken noodle soup, before leaving the hospital.

"Thank you." On the way back, Mo Yuhan remained silent until he got out of the car, and then suddenly opened his mouth.

Lin Ranzhu curled his lips: "You should thank Xiaoyan, right? I didn't seem to do anything except cut my hand and make you worry."

"No, the important thing is not how much you do, but how much you want." Mo Yuhan said, hugging her into his arms, "It's good to have you."

Lin Ranzhu's eyes softened, and she immediately nestled into his chest.

Then, the picture freezes.

Although it was very beautiful and warm, Lin Ranzhu whispered: "Hey, let me go, we are going back."

However, Mo Yuhan hugged him even tighter: "I can't bear to let go."

The corner of Lin Ranzhu's mouth twitched: "What do you mean being reluctant to let go? I didn't leave you."

"You can't hug her anytime you haven't left, your apprentice is at home." Mo Yuhan sighed, quite depressed.

Lin Ranzhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How long did you stay here? Are you stupid? Hurry up and go in. Otherwise, if people think that we haven't come back, they will run to the balcony to have a look, and they will see us like this. My master!" How can you be a teacher."

As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the balcony.

Then, she was stunned!

Wait, what did she see? !