“...... Dad, take a sip of soup, don't choke. ”

At the table next to him, the middle-aged man was eating food, talking to his father, stopping his chopsticks from time to time, picking up the soup bowl, holding a spoon, and feeding the old man soup.

The old man, on the other hand, lowered his head, held the steamed buns, ate them one bite at a time, chewed them, choked on them, and the spoon reached to his mouth, before he slowly raised his head, and with the steamed buns in his mouth, he looked at the middle-aged man in a daze.

“...... You drink, you drink...... Dad eats steamed buns. ”

muttering, the old man held the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand, his eyes were in a trance, he looked at his son, and repeated,

"I still have a big bowl here, Dad, you take a sip first. ”

The middle-aged man handed the spoon and said to his father,

When the old man heard this, he looked at his son in a daze, slowly opened his mouth, drank the spoonful of soup, lowered his head again, and stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth one by one.

“...... Dad, eat slowly, we're not in a hurry. ”

The middle-aged man put down the soup bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and said to his father,

When the old man heard this, he didn't respond, just lowered his head, was silent, stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth, and chewed one bite at a time.

"Dad, are the steamed buns so delicious? Eat something else, your stomach is not very good, eat some of these soups, so that you can digest them......

The middle-aged man took the chicken from the chopsticks stew and put it in his father's bowl,

When the old man heard this, he slowly raised his head, looked at his son in a trance, and lowered his head again.

"The steamed buns are delicious...... Gotta eat steamed buns......"

Biting the steamed bun, the old man muttered and repeated,

“...... Dad, eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll go out and buy it for you, don't choke......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man put down his chopsticks again, picked up the soup bowl, filled a tablespoon of soup, and handed it to the old man's mouth.

The old man slowly opened his mouth, took a sip, raised his hand again, and ate the steamed bun in his hand in one bite.

“...... Dad, now that Mom is gone, you will live with me here in the future, and I can take care of you on weekdays. ”

The middle-aged man put down the soup bowl and said to his father,

The old man stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth, chewed them one by one, just lowered his head and was silent,

"It's a little late tonight, so we'll have a meal near the high-speed rail station here, and then we'll go straight home...... Wait until tomorrow, and I'll take you to the hospital with Dad. ”

As the middle-aged man spoke, he picked up his chopsticks again, and while holding the food and eating, he said to his father who was sitting next to him.

The old man listened to the middle-aged man's words, his hand movements slowly stopped, and his head slowly raised,

With steamed buns in his mouth, he opened his mouth slightly, and looked at his son like that, as if he wanted to say something,

“...... Dad, do you want to ask Rong Hui?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the old man, and after asking, he paused again, and smiled at his father's face.

"She, there are some things back to her mother's house, so she didn't come to the high-speed rail station to pick you up. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man smiled, stretched out his chopsticks again, took the chopsticks dish, put them in his mouth, and ate,

The old man looked at his son, stunned, in a trance, holding the half of the steamed bun in one hand, and some steamed bun dregs in the other hand, and slowly lifted it up,

Gently, he touched his son's hair,

The middle-aged man paused again, followed closely, turned his head again, squeezed out a smile on his face, and looked at his father,

"Dad, it's okay...... All right...... Dad, let's eat, and we'll go home after eating. ”

When the old man heard this, he looked at his son, was silent, didn't say anything, slowly put down his hand, lowered his head, took the steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“...... Dad, you eat slowly, don't be in a hurry...... Take another sip of soup. ”

After the old man stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, his two calloused hands picked up a steamed bun again and stuffed it into his mouth.

The middle-aged man put down his chopsticks again, and while talking to his father, he picked up the soup bowl again.

......

“...... Little brother, this is for you to eat, you use it slowly, if you need anything, just shout. ”

The waiter who made the bowl of rice came over again and put the bowl containing the rice in front of Lian Ge.

"Thank you. ”

Turning his gaze back, Lian Ge nodded, 80

"You're welcome. ”

The waiter answered with a smile, turned around again, and walked towards the table next to him.

"Sir, do you want to serve a bowl of porridge to the old man?"

Looking at the middle-aged man and the old man, the waiter asked aloud,

"Thanks, please bring a bowl here. The middle-aged man turned his head and nodded in response.

"Then you wait a minute......

The waiter said and walked away briskly again.

“...... Dad, you can eat slowly......" The middle-aged man turned his head and said to his father again.

......

Picked up the chopsticks, took the chopsticks dish, and handed it to the greedy mouse on his shoulder, Lian Ge turned his gaze again and looked at the table next to him,

Looking at the old man who was stuffing steamed buns into his mouth one by one, and the middle-aged man who was watching on the side, Lian Ge paused again,

"Old man, seeing that you eat this steamed bun so deliciously, you are really a little greedy, I don't know if you can give me one of your steamed buns. ”

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge said,

Hearing the sound, there was silence, the old man eating steamed buns slowed down his movements, and the middle-aged man holding the soup bowl turned his head,

“...... Sorry boy, my dad has Alzheimer's disease, so it's hard to communicate with people......"

The middle-aged man said to Lian Ge with an apologetic face,

"Young man, you want a steamed bun, right......"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned around and was about to take out a steamed bun from the bag and hand it to Lian Ge.

Immediately after, the middle-aged man paused his movements and paused,

On the side, the old man who stuffed steamed buns into his mouth one bite at a time slowly raised his head,

After looking at Lian Ge in a daze, he slowly turned his head, stretched out his hand, and picked up a steamed bun from the bag.

His hand trembled and he handed it to Lian Ge,

"Give...... Give ......"

Muttering, the old man said to Lian Ge,

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and took the steamed bun handed over by the old man.

"Thank you, old man. ”

"No thanks...... No thanks......"

As the old man spoke, he slowly turned his head, lowered his head, took the steamed bun in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

“...... Thank you, young man, my dad hasn't spoken to anyone else in a long time. ”

The middle-aged man looked at his father, turned his head again, and said to Lian Ge,

"It used to be fine when my mom was still there, but now it's ......"

Hearing this, Lian Ge picked up the steamed bun handed over by the old man and took a bite,

The steamed bun is just an ordinary steamed bun, but the lingering words on the side of this body add some other flavors to it.

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge turned his gaze again and looked at the table next to him, burying his head, silent, and eating steamed buns in one bite,

"Old man, can you tell me and your son why you like to eat steamed buns?"

Speaking calmly, Lian Ge raised his hand and waved it at the old man.

Hearing this, the old man's son, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at his father,

The old man who was eating steamed buns slowed down, slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes were in a trance, he was stunned, turned his head, and first looked at Lian Ge,

Then he slowly turned his head and looked at his son,

Stunned, holding the steamed bun that was still in his hand, looking at his son, the old man opened his mouth, muttered, repeated,

“...... Steamed bread...... You have to eat steamed buns, you can only eat steamed buns. ”

“...... White steamed buns can buy three for one dollar. ”