To Make He Yu Regret

Grandma's story is very slow. In the past few days, Niuniu heard her grandma talk about her six years old.

But this has something to do with Niuniu's tendency to interrupt.

When grandma said that she was ugly when she was a child, Niuniu looked at her grandma's face and said very seriously: "It's too much to live, grandma doesn't look like a ghost."

The watercolor pen given by He Yu's father was broken by Jiang Mingzhen, and Niuniu cried over that section.

She lay on her grandma's lap, wiped her tears with a tissue, and then blew her nose. She whispered, "It's so pitiful to live, grandma, what you did is wrong."

After grandma finished talking about Jiang's ribbon-cutting ceremony, Niuniu excitedly spoiled the content behind the story.

"I know, you became a chef later, a chef in a hotel! Grandma's cooking is the best in the world, Niuniu loves to eat first!"

Grandma squeezed the little girl's cute face and asked her: "Is Niuniu hungry? Can grandma cook for you?"

Of course Niuniu said yes.

After lunch, the little girl couldn't wait to hear the next story.

"Grandma, how do you want Huoyu to regret it? Did he regret it later?"

Grandma smiled and said to her: "I will tell you a story when grandma is free, your grandpa is going to eat."

Grandpa had to feed me bit by bit.

Half of his body does not move and it is difficult to eat by himself.

Niu Niu answered "Oh" intently.

On weekdays, grandpa would run out to play by herself when she was eating, but today is different. Move the bamboo chair on the balcony to grandpa's room. Niuniu, who is curious about grandpa, sits in the corner of the room, hugs the back of the chair, and observes how grandma feeds.

A special cushion was placed behind grandpa, raising him, fearing that the soup would accidentally spill out, grandma prepared a bib for grandpa.

The bib is sky blue and the fabric looks very soft.

The clothes and pants on Grandpa's body are all dark colors, which match Grandpa's unsmiling face. The bib surrounding him instantly destroyed the seriousness and turned grandpa into a baby.

Niuniu looked at the bib, and Grandpa looked at Niuniu.

Following his granddaughter's novel look, he looked down at the small bib on his chest.

Now grandpa is unwilling to tie a bib.

"I won't spill." Shaking his body, grandpa didn't cooperate with grandma's movements.

"You want to surround it, you surround it every day." Grandma clenched her pocket and chased him, neatly tied a bow on the back of his neck, and fixed the bib.

Grandpa's mouth became a little flat and convex, it was he who was pouting, expressing his unhappiness.

Grandma knew him best, she asked, looking at the little granddaughter sitting behind them.

"Why, ashamed? Afraid to see Niuniu?"

Grandpa didn't answer her.

After putting the bib around, the grandfather became an old child.

It's getting angry now, it's more like it.

"Niu Niu won't laugh at you."

Niuniu hurriedly followed her grandma's words and nodded to grandpa.

The bib is the first step in preparing for a meal. Grandma is busy alone: ​​spread out the small table for eating on the bed, and grandpa's food is taken out of the rice cooker, and then placed on the small table in the same way.

He holds an empty bowl in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand. Grandma scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it carefully, and fed it to grandpa's mouth.

He doesn't open his mouth wide, but his grandmother's technique is good. She put the spoon into his mouth, and raised Qiao Jin up, matching the curvature of his grandfather's mouth, and fed it in one mouthful of rice.

The softly stewed yellow croaker was boned in advance by my grandma. She was still worried about thorns. Before giving it to grandpa, she would check it again and help him dip the fish with soy sauce.

Niuniu stared at the side the whole time.

The old child ate a small bowl of rice on pins and needles, and began to lose cooperation.

"Stop eating," he said to his grandmother.

Grandma felt strange: "It's not delicious?"

"I am full."

She reached out and touched his belly, flat.

"Just a few bites, how can you be full?"

"I'll eat it myself." Grandpa raised his movable hand, trying to put the bowl of rice into his arm.

How convenient is that?

Grandma snatched the bowl from his hand.

"You are not allowed to eat by yourself," her tone was fierce, her voice loud as a roar, but she was coaxing him: "I am happy to feed you! If you don't let me feed, I will be angry!"

Feed a spoonful of rice, and she told her grandpa to open her mouth: "Ah—"

Grandpa had to follow her: "Ah—"

"Very good," she touched his head: "At least half a bowl of rice must be finished, and I will cut the fruit for you to eat."

"Grandma."

Reminiscing about the story she told earlier, the little granddaughter suddenly asked: "Is it difficult for Jiang Mingzhen to feed when he was a child, or for grandpa?"

"Puff," Grandma smiled, and looked at each other with Grandpa: "I want to think about it."

Without stopping, she fed him a few bites of rice.

So draw a conclusion.

"Jiang Mingzhen is difficult, your grandpa is much better than her."

"What are Niuniu talking about? What happened to you when you were a kid?" The grandfather who was praised twice for being good asked obediently.

While he was obedient, the rice bowl in my grandma's hands was about to bottom out.

"I told her the story of my childhood."

Grandpa looked at her silently.

"Do you want to hear it too?"

Grandpa nodded immediately.

"Do you listen too?" She laughed at him: "Don't you know everything, I told Niuniu, what are you doing for fun."

"Grandpa, grandpa," Niuniu jumped off the bamboo chair and ran to her grandfather's bed: "Do you also know living taro? Grandma said, she married you to make..."

Oh, this seems to be impossible to talk about.

Niuniu hurriedly covered her mouth and glanced at her grandma, afraid that she would accidentally reveal her secret.

"To make He Yu regret it?" Grandpa cleverly guessed what Niuniu hadn't finished.

"Okay, let's talk after the last bite."

A spoonful of rice, dipped in delicious yellow croaker soy sauce, handed it to grandpa.

He didn't boast in vain, his mouth opened wide and he ate it decisively.

The bib was finally removed.

Grandma picked up the tableware and went out to wash the dishes. Niuniu took her place and talked to her grandfather.

"Grandpa, did He Yu regret it later?"

He thought about it for a while and told her: "As far as I know, it's not."

"Huh?" Niuniu stretched her sighing tone long, sounding disappointed.

Although Jiang Mingzhen in the story is headstrong and unpleasant, Niuniu knows that she is her favorite grandmother, so she hopes that Jiang Mingzhen can "revenge" successfully.

Not satisfied with the answer given by grandpa, Niuniu went to look for grandma again.

Before washing the bowl in her hand, grandma was dragged by the corner of her clothes by the little granddaughter, asking her to continue telling the story.

"I'll tell you right away," she filled her hands with bubbles, washing and scrubbing diligently: "You help me ask your grandfather, what fruit does he want to eat?"

Niuniu ran away and came back soon.

"Grandpa said, stop eating fruit. He asks if you want to take him out this afternoon, and he buys you dried sweet potatoes."

Grandma grinned.

The sun outside the window is very good, Niuniu raised her head and smiled especially nicely when she saw her grandma.

Grandma's eyes were also full of sunshine.