Lao Hu, who had just woken up, was relatively weak. After Zhang Wei talked to him for a while, he found that Lao Hu was already a little tired.

After leaving Lao Hu's ward, Zhang Wei went to the nurse's desk to ask about Mr. Wan's situation.

Unfortunately, Mr. Wan is not as lucky as Lao Hu. Although the last operation was successful and all the blood stasis in the cranial cavity was removed, the head injury was too severe and he is still in a coma.

When Zhang Wei came to the ICU ward of the hospital again, the good mood he had gotten from Lao Hu suddenly disappeared.

Through the glass wall, he clearly saw Mr. Wan, who was still unconscious.

Mr. Wan was lying motionless on the hospital bed, with a respirator still covering his face. Apparently he had not yet been able to resume breathing on his own.

Accompanying Mr. Wan was his elderly mother, wearing protective clothing and sitting by the bed.

Zhang Wei saw clearly that the old lady was holding Mr. Wan’s hand with one hand, and gently stroking the back of Mr. Wan’s hand with the other hand. She was still talking about something, just because Zhang Wei could not see her through the glass wall.

But Wei could not hear a word.

Suddenly, the old lady seemed to feel Zhang Wei's presence. She raised her head and glanced at Zhang Wei, frowning slightly, as if thinking.

At this moment, Zhang Wei also saw the old lady's moist eyes, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.

If it were me who was lying there, would my mother also be worried like this...

Not long after, the old lady seemed to think of Zhang Wei, her brows relaxed, she smiled and nodded at Zhang Wei, but then the old lady looked to Zhang Wei's side again.

Zhang Wei followed the old lady's gaze and looked to his side strangely. He didn't know when an old figure appeared beside him.

She has pale hair and deep wrinkles, but her back is straight like a poplar tree, but her eyes looking into the ward are full of deep sadness.

Zhang Wei quickly recognized the old man, but didn't know what to say at this time.

"Young man, you're here." The old man withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei nodded: "Don't worry too much, Mr. Wan will definitely get better."

The old man nodded and looked at his son on the bed in the ICU.

"I haven't finished the millet you sent to my house a long time ago. Later, Dabing and Xiaoxin sent some more. Unfortunately, the nanny at home couldn't taste the taste you made..."

The old man sighed: "I don't know if the millet can be eaten after being left there for so long. It's such a waste."

Zhang Wei couldn't help but think of the scene when he cooked millet porridge for the old man at Mr. Wan's house. Although the old man always scolded Mr. Wan angrily, he could still feel the old man's concern for his son.

Father's love may be difficult to express and needs to be experienced with heart.

"Old man, millet usually lasts a long time. If you want to drink it, I will go and make it for you later."

Zhang Wei didn't know why the old man suddenly thought of the millet at home. But since the old man was ahead of schedule, he still wanted to do something for the old man.

In other words, he was very willing to do something for the unconscious Mr. Wan.

"If it's not too much trouble, can you accompany me home now?"

"No trouble." Zhang Wei replied.

The old man smiled gratefully at Zhang Wei, put his hands on his back and turned towards the exit.

Zhang Wei drove the old man back to the garden villa.

Zhang Wei has only been to this villa once. His impression was that the house was very large and luxuriously decorated. However, it made him feel a little deserted.

Now Zhang Wei came here again and saw that the door was closed and the garden inside the door was overgrown with weeds. He suddenly felt like "there are few guests in the stormy autumn, but the door is quiet and closed during the day".

"It seems that since Mr. Wan's accident, the house has become more and more deserted."

Zhang Wei couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

Zhang Wei didn't sigh for long. The old man had already opened the door. He turned around and invited him in.

Entering the house? The old man went to the kitchen and found a few bags of millet and called Zhang Wei to come and see.

The opened bag was sent by Zhang Wei. Although it did not have insects or mold, it was obviously aged. When I crushed it lightly with my fingers, there was an extra layer of powder on my fingers.

Calculate the time? It has been more than two years.

Chickens would not even want to eat this kind of aged millet, and Zhang Wei was even more afraid to feed it to the old man.

"Old man, this bag of rice can't be eaten. I'll look at the others."

Zhang Wei raised his head and spoke to the old man, then opened the unopened rice bag next to him.

The old man shook his head and said with regret: "Oh, what a waste..."

Fortunately, Zhang Wei's trip was not in vain. After opening the rice bag, he found that there were vacuum-packed small bags inside. Through the transparent plastic of the packaging, you can see that the rice grains are golden and plump. You don't need to look closely to know that they are definitely rice.

Good rice.

"Old man, there's nothing wrong with this bag of rice."

After Zhang Wei consulted the old man's opinion, he started to cook millet porridge.

The old man didn't go to the kitchen, he just stayed in the kitchen and watched what Zhang Wei was doing, and asked a few questions from time to time.

An hour later, a pot of golden millet porridge was cooked. The old man brought a small bowl and filled it with a bowl.

After just one taste, the old man nodded to Zhang Wei and said, "Yes, this is the taste."

After saying that, the old man just stood in the kitchen, holding the bowl and finishing the bowl of millet porridge.

Seeing the old man put down his bowl after finishing his meal, Zhang Wei was about to help the old man fill another bowl, but was stopped by the old man.

"I won't drink anymore. You put all the porridge out first, and I'll make a pot to try."

Zhang Wei was puzzled. Even if the old man liked it, there was no need to learn it himself. If he wanted to learn it, the nanny should learn it from him.

However, seeing the old man's unyielding look, Zhang Wei didn't say anything, and obediently put the porridge out of the pot, washed the pot, and then stepped out of the stove to guide the old man to cook the porridge.

Nearly an hour passed, and a pot of golden porridge was cooked again.

As soon as he turned off the fire, the old man served himself a bowl, blew it to cool down and tasted a few mouthfuls before saying to Zhang Wei: "You should try it too and how it compares to what you made."

Zhang Wei filled a bowl, drank a few sips and said, "Old man, your pot is better than the pot I cooked."

To be honest, with the same rice, the same water, and the same heat, Zhang Wei really couldn't taste the difference between the two pots of millet porridge.

However, the old man seemed very happy after listening to Zhang Wei's words. He quickly found another thermos bucket, put porridge in it, and said: "It turns out that making porridge is so simple. If your mind is not on work, you can't do even simple things."

good."

Zhang Wei couldn't understand what the old man meant. He always felt that there was something in the words and didn't dare to ask. So he pretended to be curious and asked: "Old man, don't you eat this porridge while it's hot?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I'm already full. The soldier doesn't eat very much these days. She must give me some face for the porridge I cooked myself."

Zhang Wei immediately understood that the old man made this porridge specially for his wife.

After helping the old man pack the porridge, Zhang Wei thought about helping the old lady prepare some side dishes, but when he opened the refrigerator, he found that the refrigerator was almost empty. The few green vegetables had obviously been left for a long time and were wilting.

Zhang Wei glanced out the dark window, frowned and asked: "By the way, old man, where is your nanny, Sister Wang? Why haven't you seen her all night?"

Zhang Wei is very dissatisfied with the nanny Sister Wang at this moment. Something happened to Mr. Wan, and the two elders in the family need someone to take care of them. But it is almost 9 o'clock in the evening, and there is no one around. It's so incompetent.

Alright.
Chapter completed!