When people get older, they sometimes look like children, so everyone always calls some older people and old children, which is this type of old man.

Looking at the situation inside, eighty percent of the old people wanted to eat pickled pork dumplings, but their sons and daughters-in-law couldn't get that taste, so the old man played a little temper and was unwilling to eat.

Once a person is old and lives in the ward, it is not an exaggeration to say that he lives one day less, and the men and women at the bedside look helpless and distressed, but they do not look impatient, and they are also a pair of filial children.

Thinking that the pickles in the lunch box were authentic farmhouse pickles made by Lin Fengying herself, she raised her hand and knocked on the door of the ward.

"Who are you looking for?" The man standing next to the bed looked up at Tong Yao, and saw that it was a strange little girl who knocked on the door, and he couldn't help but feel strange, they were in a single ward, and only his father lived in it, and there were no outsiders, what did this little girl do?

Tong Yao nodded politely at the man, and then said softly: "Hello, I just heard this old man say that he wants to eat pickled pork dumplings, and it just so happens that my lunch box contains pickled pork dumplings, which are pickles made by my mother herself, do you want to give the old man a taste?" ”

In her previous life, Tong Yao grew up in a welfare home, and the best thing for her was the dean's grandfather, but unfortunately the dean's grandfather died of cancer before she graduated from college, and before leaving, she also wanted to eat dumplings.

However, what he wanted to eat was the pickle dumplings made by his mother, and his mother had passed away many years ago, so he couldn't eat the dumplings made by his mother until the old grandfather closed his eyes.

When she heard that the old man wanted to eat dumplings just now, she thought of the dean's grandfather, so she took a look inside and took the initiative to ask the old man if he wanted to eat dumplings.

At this time, the old man on the hospital bed, who was originally making a child's temper, heard that there were farmhouse pickled pork dumplings, and his eyes immediately looked at Tong Yao.

"This ......" The man hesitated, he didn't know who the little girl in front of the ward was, and it was not good to accept other people's dumplings.

Seeing the man's tangled look, Tong Yao probably guessed something, and hurriedly smiled: "Don't worry, this dumpling is very hygienic, my husband is a doctor in the hospital, he is doing rounds, I came to deliver the meal, I heard the old man say that he wanted to eat pickle dumplings, thinking that I just have them here, so I want to give him the old man a taste, if you don't mind, you can let the old man taste one first." ”

Although she said this, without the consent of the man, Tong Yao still stood at the door and did not raise her feet to go in, she just saw the old grandfather, and thought of the dean's grandfather, if the man insisted on not giving the old man to eat, she would not force it, originally this dumpling was also wrapped for Si Chen to eat.

As soon as he heard that Tong Yao was the doctor's daughter-in-law, the man's expression instantly relaxed, and then he looked at his father looking at the lunch box in Tong Yao's hand, and he said helplessly: "Then thank you." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to the woman next to him and said, "Wenqing, quickly find an empty lunch box to fill dumplings." ”

Seeing that they agreed to give the old man the dumplings she packed, Tong Yao was overjoyed, raised her feet and walked in, opened the lunch box, and a smell of pickled dumplings wafted out, and the old man's eyes instantly brightened, and he was happy like a child.

When men and women saw this scene, smiles also appeared on their faces, no matter whether the dumplings tasted right or not, the old man's happiness at this moment was real.

Wen Qing smiled and took a pair of clean chopsticks, took a dumpling out of Tong Yao's lunch box, and said softly: "Little girl, I'll pick one up first, my chopsticks are clean and unused, if the old man doesn't like to eat, you can still give it to your lover to eat, it won't be wasted." ”

"It's fine." Tong Yao smiled obediently, "If the old man likes to eat, let him eat more, I still have pickles at home, just go back and wrap it again, soon." ”

"Thank you." Wen Qing smiled and nodded, seeing that the old man was waiting to eat the dumplings, she didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly sent the dumplings to the old man's mouth.

Tong Yao quietly looked at Wen Qing for a while, she was wearing a gray short-sleeved embroidered lotus, her skin was pale, she spoke slowly and was not impatient, and she could tell from her conversation that this family was a cultural person.

The cultural people of this era basically have family backgrounds, and this family can live in a single ward, and it is not an ordinary family.

After Tong Yao looked at Wen Qing's distraction, the old man ate the first bite of dumplings, and the seventy-eight-year-old man only had a few teeth left in his mouth, he chewed slowly for a while, his eyes were hot, and he nodded: "It's delicious, it's this taste, it's this taste." ”

He said it three times in a row, his eyes gradually reddened, and his cloudy eyes were filled with mist, as for what this smell was, no one knew.

"Dad, why are you still crying?" Wen Qing saw the old man crying, and he was a little overwhelmed.

The man also hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe the old man's tears, and said softly like a child: "Dad, let's eat more if it's delicious, don't cry!" ”

"It's the taste, it's the taste." The old man whimpered and quickly finished eating a dumpling, as he got older, his life was coming to an end, and he missed the dumplings made by his mother when he was a child, and he missed his mother.

Seeing this, Tong Yao immediately took the initiative to pour all the dumplings in the lunch box into the lunch box in Wen Qing's hand, "Since the old man likes to eat, let him eat more, and I'll make it again when I go back." ”

There are still a lot of pickles at home, and it doesn't matter if you make pickle dumplings for the hour at night.

"Dumplings, dumplings." The old man seemed to dislike Wen Qing for feeding a little slowly, and kept muttering dumplings in his mouth, so he couldn't be in a hurry.

"Here comes the dumplings." I wanted to thank Tong Yao, but the old man was in a hurry, so Wen Qing could only feed the old man dumplings first.

The man couldn't help but turn red when he saw his father's fragrant food, but he quickly adjusted his mood and sincerely thanked Tong Yao and said: "My dad hasn't eaten for a day, and he has been thinking about this dumpling for several days, and he is not satisfied after wrapping it several times, thank you." ”

"It's good that grandpa likes to eat, I won't bother you, let's go first."

Tong Yao said hello to them, turned around and walked out, and when she arrived at the door, she heard the man's voice ring behind her, "Excuse me, which doctor is your husband in the hospital, my father ate his lunch, I went to the canteen to buy one and send it over." ”

Just now, I was worried about my father, and I didn't pay much attention to Tong Yao's appearance, but now after a closer look, I found that Tong Yao looked like a high school student, not very old, if Tong Yao didn't say that she was married, no one would associate her with the identity of the doctor's daughter-in-law.

My father was hospitalized for a while, and he saw almost half of the doctors in the hospital, but he didn't know which doctor's daughter-in-law she was.

"No, no." Tong Yao waved her hand again and again, "It's good that the old man likes to eat it, the dumplings are not valuable, I'll just wrap them up when I go back, you can go back and take care of the old man!" ”

After speaking, he took the lunch box and ran to the other end of the corridor, for fear that the man would catch up and ask.

(End of chapter)