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Mo Xiaomi wanted to tell her grandfather for a long time, after all, her grandfather was not young, he was sixty-one years old, and he was too tired to affect his lifespan.

"Grandpa, you should do this, as long as you have the secret recipe in your hand, others will make money for you." Mo Xiaomi praised, "We would rather earn less, but we can't be tired, you will live a long life." By the way, grandpa, did it rain the day before yesterday and the road was too slippery, so you fell into the ditch? ”

"yes!" Mo Xiangshan nodded, and did not plan to tell his granddaughter the true situation, so as not to worry his granddaughter and daughter.

However, that Liu Dazhuang, Mo Xiangshan will not let him go. When he's better, I'll definitely find a chance to clean him up.

"Hey, why can't we repair the road to our village?" Mo Xiaomi's face was bitter, "Hey, if the road is good, it won't be so difficult." ”

"Yes, but the closest place to the road in our village is the three-way crossing, which is twenty miles away, and it is a mountain road. The last county magistrate said that the road would be built, but now there is no follow-up. Mo Xiangshan sighed, "It is always said that there is no money, and they will have money if they eat and drink." ”

Mo Mi thought of the golden pear, if there were a large number of golden pears, maybe she could operate it.

The timing is not right yet!

Every day, Mo Xiaomi carries a basket with a lunch box to cook for her grandfather.

Because Mo Xiaomi is polite, sweet-mouthed, and came to take care of her grandfather at such a young age, many people praised her.

The master in the kitchen bought a large amount of food for Mo Xiaomi with the same money.

"Thank you, Master Xia." Mo Xiaomi covered the lunch box, a total of three lunch boxes, this is the old-fashioned rectangular aluminum lunch box, enough for the two of them to eat, packed in a small basket, carried upstairs.

"Slow down, don't have enough to eat." The master who cooks is a fat master.

"I will, goodbye Master Xia." Mo Xiaomi waved his hand and greeted everyone.

Back in the ward, the old man and the old lady in the same ward saw Mo Xiaomi's eyes red with envy when they saw Mo Xiaomi's food coming over.

They also have grandchildren, but they don't want to let the children come over in the hospital for fear that it will be bad for the children, but they want to see their granddaughters.

Very contradictory ideas and practices.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." Mo Xiaomi, with a smile, picked up the table for grandpa, helped grandpa sit down, and then took a wet towel to wipe grandpa's hands, and then began to open the lunch box, took out a small bowl, and set aside a bowl of rice by himself, and gave all the rest of the lunch box to grandpa.

Mo Xiangshan looked at the light meals, and some of them couldn't swallow.

"Grandpa, you can't eat spicy food, when you're ready, I'll make something delicious for you." Mo Xiaomi coaxed her grandfather, "Come on, although the taste is relatively light, the taste is not bad." ”

Even if Mo Xiangshan doesn't like to eat, he also eats hard, and he can't let his little granddaughter say that he is so faceless.

"Mm-hmm, grandpa can finish eating." Mo Xiangshan smiled, "But you can say okay, when you get home, you have to make something to eat for me." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Mo Xiaomi should come down, comfort his grandfather, and let him eat with peace of mind.

When Mo Xiangshan finished eating, Mo Xiaomi packed up and went to wash the lunch box.

"Lao Mo, your granddaughter is really sensible, unlike my family's demon king, let alone cooking for us, you have to be coaxed to eat by yourself." Lao Yang, the old man on the side, said with emotion that the children in the countryside have long been in charge, and the children in the city are too spoiled.