Feng Jin's face did not change color, and he gave flowers and vegetables, as if he had a clear conscience.

Hua Rong didn't want to embarrass Feng Jin in front of Feng Lao, the problem between them was enough to make her regret it when she had to show it in front of Feng Lao, if she could be rational back then, she would never choose to divorce Feng Jin in such an embarrassing way.

She sat in front of Feng Lao and finished her lunch.

*

After lunch, Feng Lao asked someone to bring a cane over, stood up from the wheelchair, he turned his head to Hua Rong and said, "Grandpa plans to go to the yard for a walk, Rong'er will accompany grandpa to consume food." ”

Hua Rong answered, and walked over to support Feng Lao's arm.

Spring in London came late, and it was as cold outside as early winter, but there were already a few bits of greenery in the garden, which was pleasant to look at.

Hua Rong helped Feng Lao to walk around the garden, and then helped him to sit down on the bench.

Feng Lao took Hua Rong's hand, turned his head and asked, "In the past few years, have you been in the habit of living in the United States?" ”

Hua Rong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It's okay." ”

"How can an American chef be as good as Liangcheng," Feng Lao said with a smile, "Look at you, you have lost weight in the past three years." ”

Hua Rong also smiled: "How can there be." ”

Feng Lao chatted with her for a while, then sighed lightly, held Hua Rong's hand and said, "It's been three years, Rong'er, go back to Liangcheng to accompany grandpa." Grandpa didn't know which day he would never be able to open his eyes again. ”

Hua Rong's heart became sour when he said it, and she lowered her head to look at Feng Lao's wrinkled hands, she still remembered that when she was a child, Feng Lao could pick her up from the ground with one hand and carry her to the commissary to buy snacks.

"Grandpa will live a hundred years." Hua Rong said in a low voice, "Don't say such things. ”

"Grandpa is almost 90 years old." Feng Lao smiled, "How can you live a hundred years old?" Grandpa has lived for so many years, but he is not afraid of death, but he is worried about whether Rong'er can live well. ”

Hua Rong lowered her head, "We have all settled down in the United States. It's actually the same as before, don't worry, grandpa. ”

"Grandpa doesn't worry about others, but he worries about you." He looked at Hua Rong, "Is Rong'er still blaming grandpa for not doing justice for Rong'er back then?" Otherwise, why would Rong'er refuse to come back to see her grandfather after so many years? ”

Hua Rong's nose suddenly became sour, what she felt most guilty about was this, and she was even more guilty when she was brought up by Feng Lao at this moment. She shook her head, "No. I just ......"

"Rong'er just doesn't want to see grandpa anymore. You want to cut ties with our Feng family, don't you? ”

"......" Hua Rong was said to be in her mind, and reluctantly said, "I just don't know how to come and see grandpa......"

"Ugh." Feng Lao sighed, "The matter between you and Xiaojin is indeed grandpa's fault. If Grandpa could have discovered the problem between you earlier, then you wouldn't have been so angry with him that you wouldn't go home all these years. ”

Hua Rong smiled helplessly: "It has nothing to do with grandpa." The twisted melon is not sweet, I am too willful. ”

"The twisted melon is not sweet, so now that this melon is finally sweet, isn't Rong'er going to taste it?"

Hua Rong smiled a little embarrassed: "Grandpa......"

"I also know that this kind of thing is not good for me old bones." Feng Lao smiled bitterly and sighed, a helpless look appeared on his aged face, "You say that I am partial or nosy, but grandpa really hopes that you and Xiaojin can both be happy." ”