The lights in the room were dim, and only the two table lamps at the head of the bed showed a faint light, echoing the old man Qiao who was in his last years, and he looked even more sad.

An Xiaoxi knocked on the door for a long time, but no one responded. Seeing that the door was hidden, he only pushed it slightly, and the door opened.

Qiao Wenhan had already fallen asleep on the edge of the bed, and An Xiaoxi's voice coming in was very soft, and he didn't hear it.

"Are you alright?"

An Xiaoxi's voice was soft, quieter than the gurgling sound coming out of the oxygen tank. Maybe I'm tired, or maybe I want to get a little peace in my sleep.

Qiao Wenhan fell asleep and had no intention of waking up.

It was Old Man Qiao who opened his eyes first.

An Xiaoxi didn't expect that she was a little at a loss, and thought that she had taken the liberty to enter and disturb Old Man Qiao's rest, and she was very upset in her heart.

"Imp, come over here."

Old Man Qiao didn't mind, and called An Xiaoxi to the edge of the bed on the other side.

The old man hooked his fingers and asked An Xiaoxi to lower his head and listen carefully to his instructions.

"Little ghost, I'll ask you to do me a favor, would you like it?"

An Xiaoxi looked at the old man's face solemn and very serious, he didn't know what he could do for him, he didn't know what he could do for him, he didn't know the bottom in his heart, but it was not easy to refuse. This old man was already so pitiful, how could she refuse.

"Uh-huh, you say, I will do what I can do."

Old Man Qiao suddenly lay flat on the bed, with a little smile in his eyes, looking at the ceiling, as if he had seen a far away place, thinking of his old man a long time ago.

"I want to eat water chestnut cake. Will you do it? ”

Ann Xiaoxi blinked in disbelief. After a long time of mystery, the old man just wanted to eat a plate of horseshoe cakes.

It's winter, it's the season to eat horseshoe, and the kitchen should have it, but she's not sure. Let the old man rest first, and she will prepare herself.

Even if you don't have ready-made horseshoe, you have to buy them when you run out in the wind and snow.

"Would you rather have something sweet or something lighter?"

An Xiaoxi suddenly thought of this question when he was leaving, turned around and returned to the old man's side and asked softly.

"Ah, sweet."

Old Man Qiao closed his eyes tightly, as if he was reminiscing about something, the taste of that memory was sweet, and he wanted to eat it again.

An Xiaoxi closed the door and left, she didn't know that Qiao Wenhan had woken up in the middle, and listened to her and Old Man Qiao whispering.

"Wake up."

The old man spoke first, but his eyes were still closed, and the dim light hit his face, and the traces of time were more obvious in this dim light.

"Grandpa, I'm ......"

Before he could finish a complete sentence, he was interrupted by Old Man Qiao.

"You go and see the little ghost, if there is no horse's hooves, let Lao Zhang arrange it, don't go out to buy it."

didn't mean to listen to Qiao Wenhan at all, and Old Man Qiao seemed to have only horseshoe cake in his mouth. But Qiao Wenhan knew that his old man was dissatisfied with his grandson.

"yes, okay."

Turning around and leaving the bedroom, he even looked respectful and polite when he went out.

When I came to the kitchen to look for An Xiaoxi, I heard from the maid that she had gone out. I heard that it was sent by the driver, so Qiao Wenhan didn't inquire more, anyway, there was no big deal.

Just about to go to the bedroom, he walked to the door and was about to push the door in, but his hand hesitated for a while and then retracted. I went back to my room alone, didn't turn on the light, and sat silently in the dark room.

Listening to the sound of snow outside the house, my head was chaotic and upset.

……

With a snowflake, cold wind and exhaustion, An Xiaoxi came back half an hour later, carrying a lot of ingredients in his hand, all of which were raw materials for making dim sum.

In addition to the water chestnut cake, she wanted to make something else. Qiao Wenhan had hardly eaten anything that day, and seeing his sunken eyes and pale face, An Xiaoxi was very worried.

But all she can do is delicious side dishes. Thinking of this, I was a little annoyed. If only he could be like a strong woman, become Qiao Wenhan's right-hand man, and share his worries.

She has done enough and is good enough, but when she is faced with great difficulties, she always falls into deep self-blame.

"I'll borrow the kitchen first, I'll be alone, you don't need to help."

Divide the eldest sisters of the kitchen helpers, and An Xiaoxi enjoys this luxurious and spacious kitchen of the Qiao Mansion exclusively. Grinding, mixing, seasoning, mashing, steaming, all by herself.

She cut the hooves one by one, for fear that others would not cut them cleanly. She had never made water chestnut cakes before, and with the menu and her own understanding, she hoped to make Old Man Qiao late for the taste he imagined.

Oooo

In addition to small snacks, she also cooked a few home-cooked side dishes. Compared with the traditional hotel-style dishes of Qiao Mansion, the dishes she made had no technical content.

Minced pork and tofu, stir-fried rape heart, egg drop soup, and stir-fried pork with shredded zucchini.

The total price did not exceed the cost of 50 yuan, so I made up three dishes and one soup, plus two small snacks of water chestnut cake and brown sugar cake.

An Xiaoxi's hands and feet were nimble, for fear that Old Man Qiao would not be able to stand it if he waited too long.

When she pushed the door and entered the old man's bedroom, a bright light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he sat up with excitement.

"You're awake, you haven't been to Qiao's Mansion for a long time, and you can't touch this kitchen, so you've been waiting for a long time."

An Xiaoxi's voice was sweet, small, and soft like a warm breeze.

When I turned on the light in the bedroom, the dim and dim atmosphere was swept away, and it became warm and touching again. In the cold season of early winter, An Xiaoxi braved the wind and snow to go out, just for the old man's "want to eat".

really touched the old man, unlike other people who do things for him, An Xiaoxi doesn't have so many ideas, more like pure love between people.

A small dining table was propped up on the bed, home-cooked snacks that were not exquisite, and side dishes that were too ordinary to be more ordinary, steaming hot. The old man's hands were not very dexterous in moving his chopsticks, and An Xiaoxi hurriedly handed him a spoon.

"How's it taste?"

The water chestnut cake that the old man ate first, as soon as he put it in his mouth, he smiled.

An Xiaoxi couldn't guess whether Old Man Qiao's smile was delicious or unsatisfactory, and it was not good to say. I don't know if the old man wants to comfort her hard work, and deliberately puts on a relaxed posture.

"It's delicious, it's the taste of water chestnut cake."

The old man ate another piece, and his eyes were bright, even though the older ones always felt that there was a foggy cover in their eyeballs. But the old man's eyes were as clear as a child.

"It's delicious, I'm worried that you don't like it, and the other side dishes are also eaten a little bite, they are all easy to digest, you eat them in small bites."

An Xiaoxi diligently served vegetables to Old Man Qiao, and there was nothing happier than seeing a seriously ill person regain their appetite.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Qiao waved his hand and stopped his chopsticks.

"Don't patronize me, you can eat too, little ghost."

The old man's expression was like that of an injured angry bag, and he was a little emotional.

"Okay, I'll eat with you."

An Xiaoxi smiled, her eyes completed a crescent shape, brought another pair of dishes and chopsticks, and brought the food to the table next to her.

An Xiaoxi used a blanket to make the mahogany chair soft and comfortable, and sat on it to try it to see if it was really comfortable. Old Man Qiao saw it in his eyes, and a warm current was born in his heart.

After watching An Xiaoxi busy, for a moment, he really regarded her as his granddaughter.

After the arrangement was completed, An Xiaoxi carefully helped the old man to sit down, and he sat down on the other side.

Before he could eat a few bites, he made an old mistake and began to busily prepare vegetables for the old man. Seeing the old man's brows, An Xiaoxi hurriedly stopped and buried his head in the rice.

"Little ghost, how are you and Wen Han? When to get married? ”

The old man suddenly asked, An Xiaoxi was choked with tears, and almost coughed to the point of spitting rice.

"Master Qiao, we haven't thought about this yet, we've been too busy lately."

An Xiaoxi held back her tears for a long time before squeezing out this sentence.

"I don't mean anything else, I'm afraid I won't see you getting married......"

Almost as soon as Old Man Qiao finished speaking, An Xiaoxi's tears burst out of his eyes, like a broken faucet.

"Oops, silly girl, what are you crying about."

"No, this dish is too spicy!"

Ann Xiaoxi lowered her head and whimpered quietly. But there are no chili peppers in these dishes, and they don't bother to make up excuses, which is even more distressing.

"If you can get married sooner, I will be at ease sooner. All right? ”

Old Man Qiao, who has been in the limelight for decades, has always been elegant and arrogant, but these words have some meaning of request in them.

An Xiaoxi didn't know why Old Man Qiao was in a hurry to let him marry Qiao Wenhan, a girl like her, no matter where she looked, was not right with the Qiao family.

It could even be an enemy.

"This matter is not something I can decide, it depends on Wen Han."

An Xiaoxi lowered her head to eat, and didn't look at Old Man Qiao's eyes again. A casual home-cooked dinner with mixed feelings.

I don't know if it's because Old Man Qiao hasn't eaten for a day, or if An Xiaoxi's craftsmanship is really good. Master Qiao actually ate a lot, and the two of them ate the dishes that were served cleanly.

"Little ghost, our Qiao family wants to thank you."

What Old Man Qiao is saying now An Xiaoxi is getting more and more incomprehensible. It is right to take care of Qiao Wenhan, and it is even more willing to cook for Old Man Qiao, how can I say "thank you".

"Don't say that, I'm willing to do this, no one forces me."

An Xiaoxi helped the old man sit on the sofa to eat, and sat on his knees.

"You're a good girl, we'll leave it to you."

An Xiaoxi's face suddenly became hot, as if she was going to marry Qiao Wenhan, and suddenly thought of Qiao Wenhan's appearance in a wedding dress, and burst out laughing.

And the old man also smiled when he saw An Xiaoxi smiling.

Qiao Wenhan pushed open the door and saw that the two of them were talking happily, as if the two of them were the real grandsons, but he was like an outsider. After hesitating for a long time, I finally entered the door.

"Say what? Could it be my bad words?"