Chapter 88

On a sunny morning, our family of three finally walked out of the hospital.

Uncle song and Song Yu also joined us and took his father home. In order to celebrate my father's discharge from hospital and to thank the Song family for their constant care, we decided to set up a small banquet at home.

Having settled my father in, I went to the kitchen to work with my mother. She broke her heart to protect her father these days. I don't want her to be so tired.

"Ma, go and have a rest. I'll do it." I put on my apron and said to my mother.

"How can we do that? There are guests here." My mother said to me.

But this was heard by Uncle song in the living room. At the moment, he was chatting with his father in the living room. He didn't know how to hear the conversation between our mother and daughter.

"Yes, sister-in-law Chi, originally we came to help elder brother leave the hospital. If we are causing you any trouble, Xiaoyu and I will leave now." Uncle song jokingly said to us.

"Brother song can't say that. Without you, Lao Chi can't be so quick!" Mother just said.

"A family, just have a meal, don't bother too much." Uncle song came to the kitchen door and saw that we had prepared a lot of dishes. "Do you think it's to entertain the leaders of the country to take out so many dishes?"

"It's nothing, brother. Just wait. It'll be ready soon." Mother said to Uncle song, smiling and picking the vegetables in her hand.

"Old song, you don't have to worry about it. Let them get ready. Maybe we can have a drink today." Father said with a smile in the living room that he looked very happy at the rare party.

"The doctor said you can't drink!" Mother immediately stopped father's impractical idea.

"So, you don't have to make so many dishes today. It's simple." Uncle Song said immediately, "if you are so polite again, we will leave."

Seeing that uncle song didn't mean to compromise at all, his mother was in a bit of a dilemma. Then uncle song took him to the living room and said, "old sister-in-law, elder brother's health is not good, and he can't eat too much. When he's healthy, we'll come back, and then you'll have to serve us well."

Mother wiped her hands on her apron. "But this

"I heard that Chi Wan's niece's skill is good," Uncle song turned the topic to me when he saw that his mother was sorry. "How about letting my niece take out a few less moves today to open my uncle's eyes?"

Uncle song really understood my mind. Originally, I didn't want my mother to follow me.

I immediately agreed, "Uncle song, just wait a moment. I will make the best dish for you to taste." Then I looked at my mother, "Mom, you can have a chat with your uncle and dad. I'll just come here."

What else did mother want to say? Song Yu stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll help."

"No matter what, it's a guest." Mother can't sit still.

"Oh, it's OK. We're chatting here. Maybe he doesn't want to listen. Let the young people do their work." Uncle song grabbed the mother who wanted to get up and said with a smile.

In the end, the old man and the three of them were playing at home in the living room, while Song Yu was playing for me in the kitchen.

When I was in the hospital, I took his hand. Like Huo Qingchuan, his skin was delicate and smooth, and he didn't look like a working material. Sure enough, Song Yu volunteered to help me because he didn't want to participate in the topic of the elderly.

Thinking of the "inconvenience" when Huo Qingchuan was cooking, I still found the simplest thing for him to do.

"Can you cut the tomato for me?" After the dishes are washed, the only thing left is to cut them well.

Tomatoes don't need to be shredded, just cut them in half. No matter how they haven't been in the kitchen, it's hard for them, I think.

Song Yu answered, washed his hands and picked up the knife on the chopping board.

In order not to affect the conversation between the elderly, I closed the kitchen door. But then I found that Song Yu and I did not say a word, always feel a bit embarrassed atmosphere.

Listen to him a hand of a knife to cut tomatoes, completely did not talk to me, I resolutely give up, or I'll start.

"Well," I asked him as I rummaged through the bamboo shoots in the pot, "how are you recently? Do you feel sick?"

It seems that this is the only topic we can talk about, although it is not a good topic.

Song Yu pauses for a moment. I hear the sound of the knife smashing on the cutting board. I quickly look back.

Song Yu frowned tightly, and his face seemed to have a very painful expression.

I'm nervous. I turn off the gas switch to check his condition.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt again? " I looked at him anxiously, worried.

"Well, it hurts." His brows didn't stretch out and his voice was low.

I immediately flustered up, "how to do, the doctor said to take medicine, where is your medicine?"

Said, I open the door to find medicine, but Song Yu pulled the apron behind the belt.

He held out a finger. "It hurts here."

I calmed down, looked at his fingers, and was finally relieved.

Well, I really shouldn't expect a respectable young master to be able to do the kitchen work. I can cut tomatoes.

Fortunately, Song Yu has a sense of propriety towards himself. It's just a small cut. It's not serious.

"I'll get you band aids." I washed my hands, turned and walked out.

"No, it's a little hurt." Song Yu said so, pinched his fingers, and then turned on the tap to wash it.

"You see, isn't that good?" Song Yu put his finger in front of me and said to me with a smile.

He is also an adult. He can't do such little things well, and he also brings trouble to others. I'm sorry to say that. He doesn't want to let people outside know. I'm thinking about it.

I gave up my plan to go out, but I didn't dare to let him cut any more vegetables.

Although it's not a heart problem this time, it's right to be careful.

"You are really worrying." I turn on the gas switch again and start cooking again.

Song Yu stood there for a long time and said, "late, don't you always worry about others?"

I was asked, as a social person, it's not normal to care about people related to myself?

"What's the problem?" I put the dishes on a plate and asked him.

"You can't solve your own problems." Song Yu's tone was still calm, but it hit my heart.

These days, while I am happy with the gradual improvement of my father's condition, I am also worried about the situation of Huo Qingchuan. However, due to the great sense of guilt, even if Huo Qingchuan called me, I always evaded.

I don't dare to face that man, I don't know how to face him, so these days I'm often in a trance, and I'm always thinking about things.

The injury on my head is better, but the pain in my heart is more and more serious.

I don't know where Song Yu learned these things, maybe he heard them from his parents; Maybe he didn't know what was going on with me at all. He just saw that something was wrong with me and asked me this on purpose.

"My business is my business. I'll solve it myself." I rinsed the pot, cleaned it with a brush, dried it on the fire, and then cut Song Yu's unfinished tomatoes.

"Come on, you can always beat eggs well," he said. He can't just stand around and don't know what kind of irritating questions he can ask. "Be careful."

"I can manage my own body. You don't have to worry about it." Song Yu also learned from me, refuted me, and then obediently began to beat eggs.

This man is really stubborn and aloof, I think.

Having said that, his pale face always makes people want to care about him, always afraid of his accident.

In this way, while chatting with Song Yu, he cooked. In a short time, four simple home dishes were served on the table.

"Uncle song, Xiaoyu, you eat first, and I have a soup." I rubbed my apron to greet everyone.

After Song Yu helped me to serve the dishes, he was dragged down by my mother and sat down. "Let your little sister do the rest. You are the guest. It's wrong to let you into the kitchen."

Song Yu couldn't resist his mother, so he had to sit down. But I heard him say, "later, I'll be two years older than me, not my sister."

This child, why do you care about these? Besides, I'm two years older. Why don't I be a sister?

I heard a burst of laughter in the living room, and then uncle Song said something, as if he was blaming his own children for speaking straight.

Of course, no one cares with him. They are all 30 people. They may be treated as children, but they are not used to it.

I came to the table with the soup carefully, and my mother helped me pick it up.

"Xiao Wan, you are really tired today. Please sit down quickly." Uncle Song said to me.

"It's OK, uncle song," I took off my apron and sat down beside my mother. Next to him was Song Yu. "Besides, Xiao Yu helped me a lot, and I was worried about his health."

Everyone is smiling happily, except Song Yu.

He doesn't seem to like laughing very much. Let him go.

"Today is the day when elder brother Chi is discharged from the hospital. Let's let elder brother simply say something." Uncle song suggested.

Referring to other people mentioning himself, my father laughed heartily, and his words were full of emotion. "With this disease, I realized that all money and power are floating clouds. When death comes, I can't use anything. The key time is just thinking about my family. It's more important to have them by my side." "I want to thank my wife and daughter for taking care of me day and night. In addition, I also want to thank brother song. I hope our relationship will last forever."

With the father's action, we all picked up the cup in our hands. Although we all drank boiled water, the blessing mood was passed on.

I haven't had such a warm meal for a long time. There's no perfunctory scene, no you come and I go to drink with each other, and there's no intrigue. There's just a feeling of mutual concern. In fact, that's enough.