Mama Sun thought she was hallucinating, so she blinked suddenly, only to feel that there were more question marks floating in front of her: ""
Lin Jiage didn't pay attention to Mama Sun's expression of about to collapse: "Hey, Mama Sun, what's the matter with you, you brought breakfast here, why don't you help prepare it for Grandpa's breakfast?"
With that said, Lin Jiage began to put the breakfast on the table one by one.
Seeing the food, Shi Yao's attention was immediately drawn away.
Mr. Lin, who regards Shi Yao as his sweetheart, only cares about greeting Shi Yao: "Yaoyao, eat glutinous rice balls, Yaoyao, eat buns, Yaoyao, drink eight-treasure porridge..."
Mama Sun's sense of existence was too low, no one noticed the strangeness in her expression, so no one asked her whether the matter was true or not, she could only be forced to follow Lin Jiage's words and start putting breakfast on the table.
After all the meals were arranged, Mr. Lin frowned: "Huh? Mommy Sun, why is it all a sweet breakfast? Don't you have my favorite tofu nao and fried dough sticks?"
Mama Sun didn't even have a chance to speak. Lin Jiage opened his mouth while stirring the small wontons in the thermos, "Oh, Mama Sun probably is old and has a bad memory. In the text message she sent me last night, there was really no Mention tofu nao and fried dough sticks."
Speaking of this, Lin Jiage still didn't forget it, and looked at Mama Sun as if: "I remember correctly, Mama Sun?"
Mama Sun was wronged in her heart, but Mama Sun didn't say: "Yes... yes... yes, my lord, my memory is really getting worse..."
Mr. Lin didn't mind, he gave Mama Sun an understandable expression, and continued chatting with Shi Yao.
Shi Yao gave Mama Sun a comforting smile, then lowered her head to eat the steamed stuffed bun. While eating, she nodded her head obediently to Mr. Lin's concern.
"It's okay, Mama Sun, you don't need to feel pressured, it's just a mistake, no one will care about it." Lin Jiage comforted Mama Sun kindly, and then took the thermos with small ravioli in front of Shi Yao. Let's go, and replace it with the bottle of small wontons that I stirred at a similar temperature.
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Although Sun's mother was suffering, the atmosphere of breakfast in the whole ward was very harmonious and warm.
Although the sweet food is not to Mr. Lin's taste, but in Shi Yao's soft voice of "Grandpa, you eat too little, eat more" "This bun is delicious, you are eating one" , Mr. Lin still ate a lot.
Lin Jiage was beside him, even though he didn't speak much, but listening to Shi Yao's voice persuading his grandfather, even though it had nothing to do with him, he still ate a lot.
It's just that this kind of atmosphere didn't last for too long, but it was still broken by someone.
At the end of the breakfast, there was a knock on the door of the ward.
Sun Ma put down her chopsticks and went to open the door.
It was still early, Mr. Lin, Lin Jiage, and Shi Yao thought it was a doctor who came to make rounds, and didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until Mama Sun called "Mrs. Liang" that the three turned their heads to look at the door of the ward.
The people who came, Mr. Lin, Lin Jiage and Shi Yao all knew each other.
It was Liang Jiusi's mother, Liang Mumu's aunt, Liang Huiling.
Liang Huiling caught the eyes of Mr. Lin, Lin Jiage and Shi Yao, and immediately smiled and called Mr. Lin "Uncle Lin".
As her words settled down, she, wearing a silk cheongsam, stepped on high heels and walked into the ward.
After she walked a certain distance inside, everyone realized that she didn't come alone, and there were people behind her.