The boiling porridge stewed in the pot was put into a clay bowl, but it was only seven points full, obviously less than a bowl.

This is the breakfast she packed from home for the old man in the morning, and it is not surprising that it is not enough, and now it is time to prepare dinner, and when the old man has finished drinking this porridge, she should start making dinner.

Oh yes, dinner.

Taking out her mobile phone from her pocket, she called her mother and told her that she would not be going home for dinner tonight, and then she generally said that the old man was doing well before she hung up the phone and put away the phone.

After sorting out and sorting the ingredients she had just bought, she estimated that it was almost time for the old man and Mu Danchen to chat, so she picked up the porridge and walked to the old man's house.

As soon as he came to the door, the old man's happy laughter happened to come from inside the house, and then Mu Danchen's hearty laughter sounded.

It seems that this old man is quite speculative.

Feeling their happiness, the corners of Luo Yi's lips couldn't help but hook slightly, and she gently pushed open the half-hidden door, and she said softly:

"Grandma Yun, the porridge is here."

As far as the eye could see, there were two smiling faces that were smiling equally brightly.

Deepening the warm smile on the corner of her lips, she walked over slowly with the porridge, she wanted to sit on the edge of the bed and feed the old man the porridge, but she was unexpectedly picked up by Mu Danchen, who stood up.

"Let me do it."

Without saying anything, he brought the stool he had been sitting on close to the old man with a clay bowl, and then blew the hot air that rose from the bowl and was emitted in the air.

"It's okay, it's okay, Luo girl, you can sit down too."

Coughing lightly, the old man asked Roy to bring another stool over.

Seeing two young people who liked him very much in his heart sitting in front of him together, the old man grinned happily and ate the porridge that Mu Danchen put to his mouth.

In this way, when she took a sip of porridge, she raised her eyes to see this, and when she took a sip of porridge, she raised her eyes to look at that, and her eyes and heart were full of happiness that could not be hidden.

It took half an hour for the porridge in the clay bowl to be eaten. Luo Yi took a tissue and wiped the corners of the old man's mouth, her warm smile was full of gentleness and warmth.

"Grandma Yun, there is less porridge left, I will cook for you later, you have to eat a little more."

"Okay, good, Grandma Yun eats."

In the two days that Luo Yi came back, it may be because he was in a good mood, so the old man ate more than before.

Nodding, the old man looked out the window at the increasingly dark twilight, and then smiled at the pair of young people in front of him.

"Go, you guys cook... Ahem... Girl, come and play the song for me. ”

The stomach is already half full, the mood is happy and cheerful, and then come to the favorite song of Farewell My Concubine, that is the most comfortable thing in life.

With a knowing grin, Luo Yi clicked the button, and a very famous song of Farewell My Concubine sounded in the room.

The Peking Opera full of rich Beijing rhyme, or tactfully turned into a sad echo in the room, the old man shook his head intoxicated with the ups and downs of the music, Luo Yi pursed his lips and Mu Danchen beside him looked at each other silently and smiled, packed up the pottery bowl and went out.

As the twilight grew heavier and heavier, Luo Yi turned on the light in the corridor and followed Mu Danchen to the kitchen not far away.

The two had already had the experience of cooking together, and although there was a Ling Junxuan in the middle at that time, it would not affect the tacit understanding between them in the slightest.

This seems to be an innate tacit understanding, from the hip-hop dance when they first met, to the current cooking together, it has always been so tacit and full of understanding.

Entering the kitchen, they began to wash rice and cook rice, and clean fresh vegetables, each of them performing their own duties, but they also complemented each other tacitly.

In between washing and cooking, they also talked about work and some things that had happened in the past few days, but they never mentioned what the old man had said when he was alone with Mu Danchen just now.

Because he didn't have to think about it at all, Luo Yi could guess what the old man would say to Mu Danchen, and since he had already guessed seven or eight points, there was no need to ask more.

As for Mu Danchen, there was no need for him to repeat these words to Luo Yi again, just because those words had made his attitude clear when he and her came to the rooftop to blow the wind that night, so he didn't plan to repeat them again.

Some words, as long as they have been said once, are enough to make people deeply rooted in their hearts.

After 40 minutes, light and delicious meals were served one after another.

In order to be able to eat at the same table with the old man, Mu Dan moved the small square table to the bed in the morning, put the cotton cushions and pillows on the Eight Immortals chair, he picked up the thin old man and carefully put it into the chair, and the three of them sat down at the table, and began their simple but happy dinner tonight.

Looking at the simple dishes on the table, the old man looked at the two people on the left and the right.

"Why are they all such light dishes?"

Her old tastes are lighter, but their young tastes are not so light.

Quietly, what kind of dishes. A stewed tofu in hot oil, an eggplant potato with black fungus, a milky white crucian carp soup, and a minced meat soup made especially for her.

None of them are meat dishes with a heavier taste, such as back to the pot meat, such as braised pork...

"It's okay, it's good for your body to eat light."

After pulling out the tender fish meat, Mu Danchen put the meat into the old man's clay bowl.

"Yes, Grandma Yun, we also like to eat lighter."

Putting a piece of tofu that didn't need to be chewed so much into the old man's bowl, Luo Yi glanced at Mu Zhinachen opposite, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Let's marinate some meat next time, grandma wants to eat it."

I just don't know, there is no next time.

"Grandma, don't wait for the next time, I'll do it for you now."

There's still some meat in the kitchen, just go out and buy some brine ingredients and come back and you can make it.

Mu Danchen put down the dishes and chopsticks and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man.

"Let's cook it after eating, don't rush, don't rush."

Shaking his hand, the old man asked Mu Danchen to sit back.

"Okay, I'll cook it for you after dinner."

Picking up the pottery bowl again, Mu Danchen sat down.

This young man, the more he looks at it, the more satisfied he becomes.

Nodding his head, the old man took a sip of the delicious fish soup with a spoon.

"Let's eat first."

Luo Yi put a piece of tofu into Mu Danchen's bowl, and lowered his head to eat the rice in his bowl.

Mu Danchen looked at the tofu in the bowl in surprise, and then looked at Luo Yi opposite, and his heart quickly bloomed one flower after another.

The old man saw all this, but he quietly ate the tender fish.

Look, she knows that these two young people have a play.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a few minutes later, and at last she saw a tall, thin figure walking towards where she stood.

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