When people get older, they sometimes become like children, so people always call some older people old children, and they are talking about this type of old people.

Judging from the situation inside, most likely the old man wanted to eat pickled vegetables and pork dumplings, but his son and daughter-in-law couldn't get the taste right, so the old man got into a bad temper and refused to eat.

Once a person gets older and is admitted to the ward, it is no exaggeration to say that his life is getting shorter every day. The expressions of the man and woman beside the bed are helpless and distressed, but they do not look impatient. They are probably a pair of filial children.

Thinking that the pickles in the lunch box were authentic farmhouse pickles made by Lin Fengying herself, she raised her hand and knocked on the ward door.

"Who are you looking for?" The man standing by the bed looked up at Tong Yao and saw that the person knocking on the door was a strange little girl. He couldn't help but feel strange. They were in a single ward and only his father lived in it. There was no outsider. This little girl

What to do?

Tong Yao nodded politely to the man, and then said softly: "Hello, I just heard this old man say that he wanted to eat pickled vegetable and pork dumplings. It happened that my lunch box contained pickled vegetable and pork dumplings. This is my mother's own

Would you like to give grandpa a taste of the pickles you made?"

In her previous life, Tong Yao grew up in a welfare home. The person who treated her best was the old dean. Unfortunately, the old dean got cancer and died before she could graduate from college. Before she left, she also wanted to eat dumplings.

However, what he wanted to eat were the pickled vegetable dumplings made by his mother. His mother had passed away many years ago, so even when the dean closed his eyes, he could not eat the dumplings made by his mother.

When she heard that grandpa wanted to eat dumplings, she thought of the dean, so she took a closer look inside and asked grandpa if he wanted to eat dumplings.

At this time, the old man who was having a child's temper on the hospital bed immediately looked at Tong Yao when he heard about the farm's pickled vegetable and pork dumplings.

"This..." The man was hesitant. He didn't even know who the little girl in front of the ward was. It would not be a good idea to accept her dumplings rashly.

Seeing the troubled look on the man's face, Tong Yao guessed something and quickly smiled and said: "Don't worry, these dumplings are very hygienic. My husband is a doctor in the hospital. He is doing rounds. I came here to deliver the food. When I heard that my husband

Grandpa said he wanted to eat pickle dumplings, and he thought I happened to have some here, so he wanted to give him a try. If you don’t mind, you can let grandpa try one first."

Although she said this, without the man's consent, Tong Yao still stood at the door without raising her feet to go in. She just saw the old grandpa and thought of the dean. If the man insisted on not giving the old grandpa food, she would not force it.

Originally, this dumpling was also made for Si Chen to eat.

As soon as he heard that Tong Yao was a doctor's wife, the man's expression instantly relaxed. Then seeing his father eagerly looking at the lunch box in Tong Yao's hand, he said helplessly: "Thank you then."

After saying that, he turned to the woman next to him and said, "Wenqing, quickly find an empty lunch box to put dumplings in."

Seeing that they agreed to let the old man eat the dumplings she made, Tong Yao felt happy, walked in, opened the lunch box, and the smell of pickled dumplings wafted out. The old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was as happy as a child.

Seeing this scene, men and women also had smiles on their faces. Regardless of whether the dumplings were good or not, the old man's happiness at this moment was genuine.

Wen Qing smiled and took a pair of clean chopsticks, took out a dumpling from Tong Yao's lunch box, and said softly: "Little girl, let me take one over first. My chopsticks are clean and unused. If the old man doesn't like eating, you can

You can also give it to your lover, so it won’t be wasted.”

"It's okay." Tong Yao smiled obediently, "If grandpa likes to eat, let him eat more. I still have pickles at home. Just pack them when I get home. It will be done soon."

"Thank you." Wen Qing smiled and nodded. Seeing that the old man was eagerly waiting to eat the dumplings, she did not dare to delay and quickly brought the dumplings to his mouth.

Tong Yao quietly looked at Wen Qing for a while. She was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt embroidered with lotus flowers. She had fair skin and spoke slowly and calmly without being impatient. From her conversation, she could tell that her family were all educated people.

Literary people of this era basically come from family backgrounds. This family can live in a single ward, so it seems that they are not an ordinary family.

While Tong Yao was distracted by looking at Wen Qing, the old man took his first bite of dumplings. The seventy-eight-year-old man only had a few teeth left in his mouth. He chewed slowly for a while, his eyes warmed, and he nodded:

"It's delicious, it tastes like this, it tastes like this, it tastes like this."

He said it was this smell three times in a row, and his eyes gradually turned red, and his cloudy eyes were filled with mist. As for what this smell was, no one knew.

"Dad, why are you crying when it's so delicious?" Wenqing was a little overwhelmed when he saw the old man crying.

The man quickly took out a tissue to wipe the grandfather's tears, and said softly like he was coaxing a child: "Dad, it's delicious, let's eat more, don't cry!"

"It tastes like this, it tastes like this." The old man whimpered and quickly finished a dumpling. As he got older and his life was coming to an end, he missed the dumplings made by his mother when he was a child, and missed his mother more and more.

Seeing this, Tong Yao immediately took the initiative to pour all the dumplings in the lunch box into the lunch box in Wen Qing's hand, "Since grandpa likes to eat, let him eat more, and I will make it when I get back."

There are still a lot of pickles at home, so it doesn’t matter if I make pickle dumplings for Shi Chen in the evening. If the old man has to eat less than one meal, it’s better to eat with him first!

"Dumplings, dumplings." The old man seemed to dislike Wenqing for being a little slow in feeding him. He kept mumbling dumplings in his mouth and was very anxious.

"The dumplings are here." He wanted to thank Tong Yao, but the old man urged him urgently, so Wenqing could only feed the old man the dumplings first.

The man's eyes turned red when he saw his father eating deliciously, but he quickly adjusted his mood and sincerely thanked Tong Yao: "My dad hasn't eaten for a day. He has been thinking about these dumplings for several days. He made them several times.

Not satisfied, thank you very much."

"Grandpa, as long as you like to eat, I won't disturb you anymore. Let's go now."

Tong Yao greeted them, turned around and walked out. When she reached the door, she heard a man's voice behind her, "Excuse me, who is your husband's doctor in the hospital? My father had his lunch and I went to the cafeteria.

Buy one and send it over.”

Just now I was worried about my father and didn't pay much attention to Tong Yao's appearance. Now I looked carefully and found that Tong Yao looked like a high school student and was not very old. If Tong Yao didn't say she was married, no one would marry her.

The identity of the doctor's wife is linked together.

My father was hospitalized for a while, and he met almost half of the doctors in the hospital, but he didn't know which doctor's wife she was.

"No, no need." Tong Yao waved her hands repeatedly, "Grandpa can eat it if he likes it. Dumplings are not valuable. I will just make them again when I go back. You can go back and take care of grandpa!"

After saying that, he took his lunch box and ran to the other end of the corridor, for fear that the man would catch up and ask questions.
Chapter completed!