Feng Fushun's courtyard is located in the front of Feng's mansion, and the old man is sick and prefers to be quiet, of course, in a more secluded core location.

Feng Yi, the yard where his grandfather is located, knows very well that the closer he gets to the old courtyard, the stronger the taste of traditional Chinese medicine, and the strong medicinal smell fully shows that traditional Chinese medicine has been here for too long.

"The master let Zhaozhang go in alone."

At the door, Uncle Wang stopped Feng Fushun and his wife and motioned for Feng Yi to follow him in.

"Zhaozhang, talk to grandpa!"

"Zhaozhang, don't be rash."

Feng Fushun and his family anxiously told Feng Ng, they were afraid that Feng Que would say something that should not be said, which would make the old man's already difficult body even worse.

"Hmm."

Feng Yi nodded and followed Uncle Wang into the room.

There are very few people in the room, only Mr. Feng and his wife and two doctors, the light in the room is very dark, the window is specially used to block part of the sunlight with window paper, the old man is rare and half-lying on the bed, with a thick cotton quilt on his back, the old lady sits at the head of the bed, gently rubbing the old man's chest and abdomen.

"Grandpa, my grandson is back."

Looking at the skinny old man on the bed, Feng Ye knew that the old man who shielded him from the wind and rain a few years ago was about to die, and he didn't expect that in just a few years, how could his grandfather, who had always been healthy, become like this.

"Grandson, come here, let grandpa take a good look."

The old man's weak voice sounded, and he even struggled to turn his head.

"It's dark, it's thin, it's mental."

Feng Ye stood beside the bed, leaning forward with his whole body to let his grandfather see more clearly.

"Is it bitter?"

As the old man nodded slightly, Feng Ye squatted down beside the bed, and the old man's weak voice sounded.

"Bitter!"

Feng Yi nodded, of course he knew that his grandfather was asking him how he had been in the past two years.

"Hate?"

The old man slowly closed his eyes, for Old Man Feng, it seemed to be a burden to open his eyes for a long time.

"When I was in the Nanjing Military Prison, hate! But when it comes to the battlefield, when the first wave of shells falls on the head of the devil, there is nothing, and at that time, I can only think about how to survive. ”

Feng Yi's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Mature, lieutenant colonel? The battlefield is really a good place to train people! ”

The old man sighed.

"Grandpa, take a good rest! When you are well, your grandson will accompany you for three days and three nights. ”

Feeling the old man's voice getting smaller and smaller, Feng Yi persuaded.

"Go ahead! You can take a good rest......"

The old man fell asleep as he spoke, with a smile on his face and a snort calm.

"Be quiet, the old lady hasn't slept so well for a long time."

Uncle Wang's face was full of smiles, and he whispered in Feng Ng's ear, and slowly took Feng Que out of the room.

"Let's go, your daughter has prepared a table of delicious food for you, and we will talk while eating."

Feng Fushun looked at the two people who went out, and they could guess from the smile on Uncle Wang's face that the old man should be very satisfied.

"Serving, it's all hot, isn't it?"

In the courtyard, Fu Bo began to arrange the food to be served after Feng Ye left, and he was very worried that the food was already cold.

"Fu Bo, it's all hot, the stir-fry hasn't started yet, it's all ready, wait for the young master to sit on the table and fry it again, now it's all soup and steamed vegetables......"

The maid began to ask her servants to bring bowls and bowls of soup and steamed vegetables to the table.

"Take the wine down, the young master won't drink."

Looking at the rice wine on the table, Fu Bo remembered the injury on Feng Yi's body, and wine was not a good thing for wound healing.

"But this is what Madame asked me to prepare?"

The maid explained.

"Then let's leave it alone!"

Fu Bo can't say that the young master has injuries on his body! Wave your hand and let the maid hurry up and serve the food.

"Wait a minute, prepare roast chicken and braised pig's trotters, the young master likes to nibble on that when he is empty."

The dishes on the table are very exquisite, but after seeing Feng Ng's performance in Nanjing, Fu Bo knows that Feng Que must not be happy with it, so it is better to get him a roast chicken and a few pig's trotters; Maybe after coming down from the battlefield, Feng Ye is no longer the eldest young master he used to be.

"Oh!"

The maid nodded, the Feng family is not short of these things, as long as they are prepared for Feng Yi, no one in this courtyard will say that it is wasteful, and the Feng family will not have problems with food.

It's past noon, in fact, most of the people in the Feng Mansion have already eaten lunch, but Feng Fushun and his family of three haven't eaten, Feng Yi is because the dry food he brought has been eaten, Feng Fushun is because he has to pick him up, he can't catch up with the meal, and he doesn't want to miss the time, and Laneige doesn't have so many reasons, she just wants to wait for her husband and son together.

"It's good to taste the dim sum and eat it all, your father too, I don't know how to stop it, I know that the girl has prepared something delicious for you."

As soon as he sat down at the table, Laneige began to complain about Feng Fushun.

"Come, how about trying the braised meatballs made by the female horse?"

Laneige used a spoon to get a ball for Feng Yi, which was not small, and took up most of the space in the small porcelain bowl.

"Well, it's delicious; Mom, Dad, you eat too! ”

Feng Yi took a bite, and half of the small balls entered his mouth, feeling the taste of fine meat bouncing in his mouth, this feeling was so good.

"Eat slowly, come to this, and then have this ......"

White-cut chicken, honey-glazed barbecued pork, crispy roasted pork, braised suckling pigeon, stewed, beef, shrimp, etc., along with Laneige's chopsticks, were placed on the plate in front of Feng Ye one after another.

"Well, you eat too."

Feng Yi looked at his parents looking at him, he couldn't control his rumbling stomach, and all kinds of meat were desperately stuffed into his mouth!

"Dad, bring me some buckle meat."

Looking at the oily buckle meat on the table, Feng Yi stood up directly, because the thing was too far away from him.

"Why do you like this? Didn't you eat it when you were young? ”

Lanzhi looked at Feng Yi and stuffed a piece of buckle meat directly into his mouth, and asked in surprise.

"Hmm, incense."

Feng Yi felt the button meat melt in his mouth, and the fat in his mouth was full of the aroma of plum vegetables, oily but not greasy!

More than ten minutes passed, and all kinds of meat on the table kept entering Feng Yi's stomach, as for those delicate side dishes, he didn't move, he hadn't eaten meat for too long.

"Ugh!"

"You eat too!"

Feng Ye finally felt something in his stomach, not the kind of satiety that multigrain cakes withstand, but the satiety of happiness.

"Well, eat!"

"Bring the young master a bowl of soup, Shunshun."

Laneige nodded, she very much suspected that Feng Ye choked, because she had never seen Feng Ye eat a mouthful of green vegetables, all of which were all kinds of meat.

The next time finally returned to normal, Feng Yi ate a few bites from time to time, until he couldn't eat anymore, and Feng Fushun, who was infected by Feng Yi, couldn't help but eat a lot.

After eating, Feng Ye didn't go there, in the courtyard, a family of three and a half lying on a deck chair, in front of a maid and a subordinate were making kung fu tea, the first day Feng Ye came back, he returned to the life mode of the eldest young master of Fǔ Bài.