"She was diagnosed with leukemia when she was more than 3 years old, and the little person was lying in bed all day, with no friends and no toys, even so, Ruru was well-behaved and obedient, whether she was taking medicine or injections, she didn't cry or make trouble. The old man sat next to the glass house, his eyes falling on the busy figure in the glass house from time to time, and seemed to regard the girl as the only person to talk to.

"It's a very well-behaved child. ”

The four adjectives are full of the old man's love for his granddaughter, as if he remembered his granddaughter, his palms slapped his knees one by one, and there was a touch of sadness between his eyebrows, Lou Qingyu seemed to see the shadow of his grandmother from the old man.

Lou Qingyu pursed his lips, didn't know how to say anything comforting for a while, lowered his head and thought, "Old man, what flavor of cake does your granddaughter like?"

"She likes sweet things, but unfortunately she can't eat too much every time. Speaking of this, the old man looked at Lou Qingyu with a bit of hope, "If you can, young man, make a chocolate cake, is it okay?"

In order to treat his granddaughter, the family's expenses are already very tight, if it weren't for the attending doctor's notice a few days ago, the old man would not have opened the doors of more than a dozen bakeries today, just to find a bakery that can accept 3-inch small cakes.

Lou Qingyu bowed his head slightly, the simple black scraper was held in the palm of his hand, scraped up a ball of milk-colored egg white, turned into the bright yellow egg yolk paste, the scraper quickly stirred up the yellow and white colors, and the black scraper was still domineering and strong in the yellow and white waves.

Horizontal, vertical, apostrophe, pinching, stroke by stroke as if writing in wild cursive font, continuous twisting action, the original yellow and white batter gradually melted into one, with the spatula of the mixing, the light yellow batter is smooth and delicate like satin, and finally put into the oven.

"Old man, please wait for half an hour. ”

The old man hurriedly waved his hand, his voice a little apologetic, "It's okay to wait for a long time, it's just to trouble you tonight." She remembered that when she pushed the door in, the handsome guy in front of her was ready to get off work, and now she was dragged by herself, and she didn't know...

"Young man, have you eaten, why don't I go out and buy you a meal?" said, without waiting for Lou Qingyu to refuse, he hurriedly pushed open the wooden door, who expected that he almost bumped into a tall figure by the door, and subconsciously took a step back, his body was slightly unstable, until a force firmly supported her.

"Old man, are you alright?" The deep voice carried a hint of awkward concern, and the man quickly looked at it, and slowly let go of the hand holding the old man.

"No, thank you, man. The old man tried to keep his eyes open, and the person who could only be seen by the light of the store was twenty-five or sixteen years old, tall and tall, with cold features but not losing his righteousness, and at this time he was carrying a packed lunch box in his hand.

"Young man, you're looking for..."

Inside the store, after Lou Qingyu heard the sound, he walked out of the glass house, and when he saw the man standing outside the door, his black eyes flashed with surprise, "Shen Ziyi?"

"Bring you food. ”

Lou Qingyu's expression was slightly stunned, the simple four words seemed to be words that he had become accustomed to, watching the man walk in, skillfully placing three dishes and one soup on the small table, and the hot food became more and more lively under the light.

The tall man raised his eyes to meet the girl's stunned gaze, his dark and deep eyes stared at her, and his tightly pursed lips seemed to be a little nervous, "I just made it, I don't know if it suits your taste." ”

At this time, the cold and three-dimensional facial features were shrouded in light, which seemed to coat the man with a hazy and gentle light.

Somehow, Lou Qingyu only felt that her heart was slightly soft, except for Grandma, it seemed that it was the first time that someone had been paying attention to whether she had eaten or not, this stupid big man, in the end... What do you want to do?