Become the favorite of the sick lady (Gl)

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The lady works so hard on weekdays, so I learned from Aunt Zhang in the kitchen and made some myself. I don't know if it suits the lady's taste? "

In the sunlight, Lin Qian had already stood up straight, lowered her eyes slightly, and looked a little nervous, but her eyes always looked up, almost blatantly begging for praise.

Fang Fei took another mouthful slowly, and felt the sweetness began to spread down her throat, so that her whole body began to be sweet.

"A little too sweet."

"what?"

"But I like it very much."

Fang Fei smiled lightly, looking at Lin Qian who was patting her chest and mouth exaggeratedly, looking at her with anger and resentment, the smile on her face grew stronger, but she restrained her hands tightly.

She really liked Lin Qian more and more.

When the first autumn leaves fell, the mother who had been in a coma for half a year woke up.

The doctor said that he still needs to rest in bed for several months.

"Fair~"

Hearing her mother struggling to call her name, Fang Fei burst into tears.

Mother wakes up, she is finally no longer alone in this world!

Now that her mother is awake, Fang Fei still has to spend an hour by her side after dealing with the business of the store and the mansion every day.

Give medicine, talk, or just sit quietly like that.

The daily schedule is getting tighter and tighter, but Fang Fei's heart is getting happier.

From the day her mother woke up, she finally felt that what Lin Qian said was gradually getting better had become a reality.

"Fair, where's your father?"

One month after waking up from the coma, the mother, who was finally able to walk two steps down the ground, asked questions.

"Father, he... passed away."

When Fang Fei struggled to tell her mother the answer, she thought her mother would cry.

After all, his father has always treated his mother very well all his life.

But the mother trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, she actually smiled slightly:

"...Is that so... Actually, I guessed it too... It's just... I just don't give up at all."

Fang Fei knew for the first time that there is a kind of laughter in this world that is more sad than crying.

"Mother, if you are sad, cry.

In the days to come, you still have Mayfair, and Mayfair will always be with you. "

"I'm not sad, it's just..."

Just what, Fang Fei waited for a long time but did not get an answer.

My mother only asked about my father once.

After that, when her mother faced her, she was always in good spirits.

Tell her some interesting stories about her childhood, what happened when she was in charge, and break down the principles of dealing with people to her.

For an hour every day, my mother always had endless things to say to her, and she didn't feel sad at all.

But in the servant's reply, apart from taking the medicine on time, the mother always ate very little food. No matter how Fang Fei told the cook to change the words to do it, she would not even eat one more bite.

"Fei'er, the cook's skill is getting better and better, but it's a pity that mother is not hungry.

Mayfair, you are still young, you should eat more. "

"...Yes, mother."

Such a mother does not know how to say words of admonition.

Half a month before the new year, the stewards went to Fangfu to see him just like when his father was there.

Only this time the person they met was Fang Fei.

Except for a very small part of those in charge who are familiar faces, the rest are new faces. Since it is the first time they have come to Fang's mansion, they always have a little apprehension and excitement on their faces.

My mother can already walk a short distance without support, but the clothes are deliberately made smaller, and it looks a little empty on her body.

The mother, who purposely put on rouge to make herself look better, was obviously taken aback when she saw the stewards, and then let out a long breath.

It was the first time to meet as the head of the family, even if Fang Fei cared about her mother, she couldn't tell too much, but in the end, it was her mother who supported her and greeted her.

It was very cold in winter, but with Lin Qian and her mother beside her, Fang Fei's heart was warm.

After less than half a month, the steward left contentedly, Fang Fei put down on the bed and lay down on the bed for three whole days.

"Miss, why don't you take good care of yourself.

Those stewards greeted the first three days, and then let them do whatever they like. "

During these three days, while Lin Qian cared for her, she babbled endlessly.

Fang Fei didn't feel bored listening to it, but actually enjoyed it.

It's just that her mother never came back after seeing her on the first day, Fang Fei was inexplicably uneasy, and when she felt better, she hurried to her mother's yard.

In the cold weather, my mother was standing in the yard looking at a plum blossom in a daze, Fang Fei's hurried steps did not disturb her.

"Mother."

"It's Phil.

Are you feeling better? "

"much better."

"That's fine, that's fine.

Fei'er, maybe it's almost Chinese New Year, and I suddenly thought of your father.

Your father looks full of copper smell, but in fact he loves to be arty, and he always likes to say that he loves Lamei's character..."

"Mother……"

Burning extremely hot charcoal fire, a pot of warm tea, and beautiful plum blossoms outside the window.

Mother talked about my father for a long time.

It's been so long that Fang Fei seems to have lived her father's life again.

One month later, when Ye'er quietly sprouted branches, bringing out a breath of spring, my mother went.