I carried my father-in-law upstairs and put him on the bed. I even fetched some water into the room, wiped his face and limbs, and massaged his legs.
Feng Yifan didn't feel there was anything wrong with doing these.
Because the man who suffered hemiplegia due to stroke was not only his father-in-law, but also his master.
Whether in his past life or this life, all the achievements Feng Yifan has been able to achieve are actually inseparable from Su Jinrong's enlightenment and teaching.
As the saying goes, "Once a teacher, always a father."
Feng Yifan, who was reborn, did these things to make up for the guilt in his heart.
After finally finishing massaging his father-in-law's legs, Feng Yifan covered his father-in-law with a quilt. When he was about to go out, his father-in-law reached out and pulled him back.
Turning around, he saw his father-in-law patting the bed, so he sat down beside his bed.
"You really want to come back?"
Feng Yifan nodded very seriously: "Yes, I know that you and Ruoxi can't completely trust me now, but it doesn't matter, I am willing to wait until you can trust me.
Dad, don't worry, I'm back. I will protect Ruoxi and Ruoruo, take good care of you, and protect Su Ji. "
Su Jinrong, lying on the bed, stared at Feng Yifan and found that his son-in-law, who had returned from five years away, did not avoid his gaze.
At the same time, his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes that did not seem to belong to his age.
For a moment, Su Jinrong was actually a little unable to understand this son-in-law who came from the countryside.
In Su Jinrong's impression, when this son-in-law first came, he exuded a rustic atmosphere. That rustic atmosphere did not mean that he was very rustic, but gave people the impression that he was very simple and honest.
This was also the reason why Su Jinrong was willing to trust him, willing to teach him cooking skills, and even willing to marry his daughter to him and let him inherit Su's.
It’s just that he went abroad for exchange and did not come back as agreed, which inevitably made Su Jinrong feel disappointed.
Over the years, whenever Su Jinrong recalled and examined the past, he slowly felt that Feng Yifan was no longer simple and honest, but a kind of cunning disguised as earthy.
Now, once again, face to face, staring into the eyes of his son-in-law, Su Jinrong had to admit that he did not see the cunning and treacherous eyes that he thought he saw in his son-in-law.
What he saw in his son-in-law's eyes was sincerity, but also a sense of vicissitudes, a look as if the man had been through a lot and had a lot of experience.
After staring at Feng Yifan for a long time, Su Jinrong tried to say with a crooked mouth: "Su, remember, don't... hold on"
Feng Yifan calmly comforted him, "Dad, don't worry, I will find a way to keep Su Ji safe."
Su Jinrong took a break, then tried to raise his arm and pointed to the desk by the window in the room.
Feng Yifan hurried over and, following Su Jinrong's instructions, pulled out a notice from under the desk lamp.
After reading the contents of the notice, Feng Yifan immediately understood what his father-in-law meant.
The notice was about the news that the old street where Su Ji was located was about to be demolished and renovated.
Judging from the content of the notice, demolition and reconstruction is a construction project in the LC district and is inevitable. It is a benefit provided by the government to the citizens of the LC district, with the aim of improving the living environment of the citizens.
Although judging from the content of the notice, the old street where Su Ji is located will still be configured as a food court after demolition and reconstruction.
However, demolition and reconstruction takes time after all, which means that Su Ji may have to face the choice of choosing a new location or closing down.
For Su Jinrong, both of these choices mean that Su Ji will be lost.
The meaning of Su Jinrong’s previous words was very clear. The old street was facing renovation, and Su Ji might have to close down or choose a new location. In this situation, what choice would Feng Yifan make
Will he stay and start over with the Su family father and daughter? Or will he choose to leave again and find a better next home
Understanding what his father-in-law meant, Feng Yifan returned to the bedside and looked at his father-in-law.
Feng Yifan said very seriously: "Dad, I didn't come back for the old plaque of Su Ji, nor did I want to own Su Ji. I really just want to go home and take care of you, Ruoxi, and Ruoruo."
There was another period of silence. Feng Yifan and his father-in-law looked into each other's eyes, without any hesitation in looking at his father-in-law's gaze.
If he hadn't suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, Su Jinrong would have had a lot to ask his son-in-law, but it was really hard for him to speak now. So he could only use his eyes to try to examine the other person, hoping that he would not make a mistake again this time.
After staring at each other for a long time, Su Jinrong withdrew his gaze, turned his head away and said, "Go to sleep."
Feng Yifan understood that his father-in-law did not completely trust him, which was understandable since he had only been back for one day.
Standing up, Feng Yifan covered his father-in-law with the quilt again and said softly, "Good night, Dad."
As I tiptoed to the door and was about to step out, I heard my father-in-law on the bed behind me say very hard, "No, no, come up."
Feng Yifan stopped at the door, turned around and nodded to his father-in-law on the bed, turned off the light in the room, walked out of his father-in-law's room, and closed the door.
Walking on the second floor of Su Ji Bistro, the old wooden floor under your feet always makes a "creaking" sound.
Feng Yifan could only try to lighten his steps and walk towards the stairs carefully step by step.
When passing by Su Ruoxi's room, the lights were still on in the room and I could vaguely hear the conversation between the mother and daughter inside.
"Mom, is he really Dad?"
"Yes, it's true."
"Then why didn't he come to see Ruoruo before?"
"Because he was abroad before, learning cooking from others there."
"Has he learned it now?"
"You should have learned it by now. Didn't Ruoruo eat the food he cooked? Did Ruoruo think it was delicious?"
At this point, there was silence in the room for a while.
Feng Yifan stood outside the door holding his breath, afraid that he would attract the attention of the mother and daughter inside. At the same time, he was very nervous and excited, wanting to know his daughter's evaluation of his dishes.
After waiting for a while, I heard the soft voice of a little girl in the room.
"Mom, the food he cooks is delicious, but Ruoruo is worried that if she tells him, it will make grandpa unhappy, so Ruoruo still thinks that his food is not as delicious as grandpa's."
Hearing his daughter's answer, Feng Yifan, who was standing outside the door, quickly raised the corners of his mouth. This moment was really sweet and beautiful in his heart.
Then, the daughter and mother in the room continued asking and answering questions.
"Mom, he's not leaving anymore?"
"Mom doesn't know either. Does Ruoruo want him to stay?"
"Ruoruo wants him to stay, so that people can come to Grandpa's restaurant to eat like today, and he can help mom take care of Grandpa, so mom won't have to work so hard."
"But if we let him stay, Ruoruo will have to call him dad."
The room fell silent again, as if the little girl was making a decision again, and was a little hesitant about calling Feng Yifan "Dad".
This made Feng Yifan even more nervous outside the door. He was really afraid that his daughter would refuse and would be unwilling to call him "Dad".
After waiting for a while, the daughter in the room finally spoke up: "If he behaves well, then Ruoruo can call him, but if he doesn't behave well, then Ruoruo won't call him."
Feng Yifan was quite satisfied with his daughter's answer. At least he felt that his performance in the future would satisfy his daughter. He wanted to continue listening when suddenly a cough came from his father-in-law's room.
Feng Yifan didn't dare to stay, so he crouched down, stood on tiptoe, and ran downstairs quickly.
Sleeping on the floor in the small restaurant again, Feng Yifan really missed this feeling a little bit, as if he was back to the time when he was eighteen years old and just came out of the countryside.