The news of Sun Guanyun's death Jiang Feng knew at 6 o'clock in the morning on the 16th, for no other reason, when Sun Jikai called Jiang Weiguo to inform Jiang Weiguo of this matter, Jiang Feng sat next to Jiang Weiguo for breakfast.

Jiang Weiguo is a person who believes in eating well during illness, and what the five Jiang Jiankang brothers wanted most when they were young was to be sick, because they could ask for anything about food during their illness.

As long as the doctor allows the old man to do it, they can eat their dreams in their stomachs.

The third brother is sick, how can Jiang Weiguo bear to let Jiang Weiming eat the hospital's meals or eat Jiang's hygienic love meals, Jiang Weiming's three meals in this special period are naturally responsible for him.

Jiang Feng, as the best choice for delivering food, can also eat together.

Jiang Weiguo's face was not very good when he answered the phone, and after hanging up the phone, his face was even more solemn, and Jiang Feng noticed his grandfather's emotional changes at the first time.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Jiang Feng asked with the hot soybean milk that Jiang Weiguo had personally made and sweetened in his hand, chewing Grandma Jiang's love pancakes in his mouth.

"Old man Sun left last night. Jiang Weiguo said and put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Yes...... Grandpa Sun Guanyun?"

There was silence in the dining room.

"What's wrong, why do you grandparents and grandchildren have such expressions? By the way, I've already packed breakfast, don't send it wrong when Xiaofeng waits to send it to the hospital." The white lunch box is your third grandfather's breakfast, the blue lunch box is for Director Zhong's breakfast, and the other light yellow lunch box is for your Jiang Bo's breakfast, don't confuse the things inside. Grandma Jiang walked out with a bowl of rice.

Seeing that the two of them still didn't speak, Grandma Jiang asked, "What's wrong?" Squeak sonar, don't be scary, what's wrong?"

Jiang Feng swallowed his saliva, and it was difficult to digest the news for a while: "Grandpa Sun Guanyun left in the early hours of this morning. ”

Grandma Jiang was stunned and couldn't speak, she stood in place for a long time with the rice, then took another step and walked to the table and sat down, glanced at Jiang Weiguo, and wanted to say something but didn't say anything.

After sitting at the dining table for a while, Grandma Jiang said before she spoke, "Old man, everyone has their own lives, don't think about it." ”

"Didn't think much about it, eat. Jiang Weiguo started eating again and glanced at Jiang Feng, "Hurry up and eat, go to the hospital to bring food to your third grandfather after eating." ”

"Oh. Jiang Feng began to gulp down the bread, almost choking on himself.

After gobbling up his breakfast, Jiang Feng rushed to Renyi with three lunch boxes.

When he arrived at Jiang Weiming's ward, the nurse who Zhang Guanghang had introduced to him who had taken care of Xia Muqi had already arrived and was sorting out things. Jiang Jian was also in the ward, his face was shiny, and he didn't look very good, obviously he didn't sleep much after keeping watch all night last night.

"Uncle Jiang, I'm here to bring you breakfast. You go wash your face, and after breakfast, go to sleep in the rental house next to you, and come back again when you have enough energy. Jiang Feng persuaded.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang, I'll take care of it here, you can go back and rest first. The nurse chimed in.

Jiang Jian nodded listlessly in agreement, got up and went to the toilet to wash.

After half a day of care, he realized that he had no talent for caring for people. This kind of thing has to be handed over to professionals, such as the nurse, for example, his wife who can't buy a plane ticket and can't get a train ticket until night.

The young man in the next bed had woken up and was eating breakfast, and his hospital life made him develop a good habit of going to bed early and getting up early.

"Aunt Zhu, this white lunch box belongs to my third grandfather, and the light yellow one belongs to Uncle Jiang, please take care of it. Jiang Feng took the lunch box out of the plastic bag and said, turning his head to look at Jiang Weiming, who was lying on the bed early in the morning with his neck crooked and watching TV, "Third grandfather, I'll go to the emergency department to deliver food to Director Zhong first, and I'll come back later." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Weiming said, staring intently at the TV.

"Grandpa Jiang, who do you think the murderer is? I think it should be the red-haired one. Jiang Feng was about to go out when he heard the guy in the next bed suddenly speak.

"It's not her, it's the guy who first appeared. Jiang Weiming said.

"Man?" The guy was still holding a bun in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Jiang Weiming with a shocked expression, just in time to see Aunt Zhu open the white lunch box to reveal the oatmeal porridge inside, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

"No way. The guy tried to take his eyes off the oatmeal porridge, and took a bite of the bun, and the cabbage bun with no oil and water and a little salty brought him back to his senses, "He looks like a soy sauce beater." ”

"It's him, I've watched this drama. Jiang Weiming ruthlessly spoiled, and was helped up by Aunt Zhu to sit and prepare for breakfast.

"Oh. Obviously, the guy was not angry because of the spoilers, staring directly at the oatmeal porridge in front of Jiang Weiming, muttering in his heart.

Strange, isn't it just an oatmeal porridge, Bai Bula's tasteless at first glance, how does it look so delicious, it feels much better than the bun in his mouth.

It's really weird, could it be that I want to drink oatmeal recently? Why don't you stop eating steamed buns tomorrow morning and eat oatmeal instead?

When Jiang Feng arrived at the emergency department, Director Zhong had just arrived, still holding a cup of soy milk and carrying a bag of buns, obviously preparing for breakfast.

"Director Zhong!" Jiang Feng hurriedly stepped forward with the lunch box.

"Xiao Jiang, how is your grandfather's health now, there are no adverse reactions, right?" Director Zhong asked with a smile.

"It's good, but I don't have the strength to get out of bed and lie down. Jiang Feng said.

"Normal, it's going to be like this for a few days, and it'll be fine in two days. Director Zhong nodded.

"I'm here to bring food to my third grandfather. My grandfather said, this time my third grandfather was able to rescue it thanks to you, you are my third grandfather's life-saving benefactor. We didn't have much else to thank, so my grandfather made an extra one for me to bring to you while he was making breakfast. During this time, as long as you are in the hospital, you don't have to eat out, and I will deliver all three meals to you. Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"That's embarrassing, I'm really bothering you. Director Zhong said polite words, but his body put down the soy milk and buns very honestly.

Jiang Feng's craftsmanship is very clear to him, and he knows a little bit about the situation of the Jiang family, if Jiang Feng sends other things, he will definitely not accept it, but he will send three meals.

If his brain does not accept, his tongue and stomach are the first to not.

"Xiao Jiang, your third grandfather's age is also here. According to the current situation, the rescue is very timely, and there are no obvious sequelae, but this must be paid attention to after recovery. The elderly should be careful in all aspects when they are old, and they should also pay attention to this diet, so let's make a list for you, and pay a little attention to your family when delivering food. ”

"Especially salty, you must not eat it, and you usually put less salt when cooking, myocarditis is very critical after healing, and you must not be sloppy. Director Zhong advised.

Jiang Feng nodded, and immediately thought of Jiang Jian's hibiscus egg last night, and decided that he must remind Jiang Weiming when he goes back, even if he encourages his apprentice, he can't give his life to encourage him.

"Excuse me. Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng stayed in the emergency department for a few more minutes, and only after getting the list that Director Zhong gave him did he return to the inpatient department, ready to chat with Jiang Weiming for a while before leaving.

On the way here, he received a WeChat message from Jiang Yong, and their family booked a ticket from Modu to Peking at 8 o'clock this morning, and it is expected to arrive at the hospital at noon.

Xu Cheng gave Jiang Yong a long vacation to let him concentrate on taking care of Jiang Weiming, but Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan didn't have such a generous boss, they only invited for two days, and they had to go back tomorrow.

The news of Sun Guanyun's death Jiang Feng was not going to tell Jiang Weiming now, and he was going to tell him in two days. Jiang Weiming had just been pulled back from the Ghost Gate, even if he and Sun Guanyun were not familiar with each other, they had some intersections, and it was estimated that he would be somewhat shocked when he suddenly heard the news of his death.

Jiang Weiguo's state at the dinner table this morning made Jiang Feng realize that for them, the death of the old man might just be death. But for old people like Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo, who are very close to death and even have been close to their faces, the departure of the old man is a reminder.

It's a blow.

No matter what the reason, they would think more and worry more than Jiang Feng.

Jiang Weiming is not suitable to receive any blow now.

Thinking about what to say to Jiang Weiming later, Jiang Feng walked into the ward and saw Jiang Weiming drinking porridge silently, while the young man in the hospital bed next to him didn't know why he was staring at the oatmeal porridge in his bowl.

The look and expression are very familiar.

"Third Grandpa, how does the oatmeal taste like? Is it okay? Is it cold?" Jiang Feng asked and glanced around the ward, and found that Jiang Jian had already left, and the pale yellow lunch box had been washed and placed on the table.

"It's not cold, it's warm, it's just right. Jiang Weiming said, "Your grandfather cooked this porridge today, right?"

"Yes, grandpa said, he will be responsible for your three meals in the future. Jiang Feng took out the list that Director Zhong had written for him just now from his pocket and showed it to Jiang Weiming, "Third Grandfather, this is a reminder that Director Zhong specially wrote about your diet during this time. ”

"You see, it is specifically emphasized here that you can't eat too much salty, so it's best to eat light in the future. Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiming squinted his eyes and glanced at the place Jiang Feng was pointing at, and nodded, without any special reaction.

"Don't eat salty!" Jiang Feng reminded euphemistically, but Jiang Weiming still didn't react.

Seeing that Jiang Weiming couldn't react, Jiang Feng could only get straight to the point: "For example, the hibiscus egg that Uncle Jiang made for you last night, you must not eat it if it is so salty." Of course, Jiang Bo didn't mean it, he must have been distracted or something when he was doing it, and I also know his usual craftsmanship, and he definitely wouldn't make dishes that were so abnormal. But even if it is to encourage Jiang Bo, you can't eat it, no matter what, your body is the most important thing, and everything must be based on physical health. ”

Jiang Weiming was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Oh, I'll pay attention." ”

Then continue to drink porridge with your head down.

Seeing Jiang Weiming say this, Jiang Feng was relieved, and then said other things.

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