Chapter 521

"This shrimp is not bad today." In the New York mansion, Mrs. Sheng tasted a mouthful of fried shrimps, ate two mouthfuls, wiped her mouth with a napkin, looked at Sheng Shumian and said, "our sleeping skills are getting better and better."

The servant nearby added a bowl of soup for Mrs. Sheng, who lived in the West all the year round. The Sheng family used to eat Western food all the time. However, when Mrs. Sheng was not in good health and the doctor suggested using medicinal food, the family changed to Chinese food. Even the kitchen cook was specially invited from China.

Sheng Shumian took over the bowl from the servant's hand, personally filled a bowl of soup for his mother, and stirred it with a spoon. Then he said, "if it's delicious, you can eat more."

Mrs. Sheng was smiling, holding chopsticks and pinching a little. But this time she finished eating, she suddenly coughed.

A series of coughs turned her face red.

Sheng Shumian was startled and quickly put down the bowl. He used to pat his mother's back. He asked eagerly, "is it better? Is it better? "

Mrs. Sheng was relieved for a while, and finally swallowed the breath. While drinking water, she patted her daughter's hand. She gasped and said, "OK, it's OK."

Sheng Shumian took the soup to Mrs. Sheng, moved the fried shrimps away and said, "blame me. You shouldn't eat fried food. It's hard to digest and hurt your respiratory tract."

Mrs. Sheng said, "it's not so delicate. I like to eat it." Say, still stretch out chopsticks to clip again.

Sheng Shumian picked up the plate and asked the servant to take it away. At the same time, she scooped a spoonful of soup from Mrs. Sheng's bowl, handed it to her mouth, and said, "Ma, drink this."

Mrs. Sheng took a look at her and gave a helpless smile. She opened her mouth and drank the soup. Then she took the spoon from Sheng Shumian's hand and drank it herself.

When Mrs. Sheng was concentrating on her soup, Sheng Shumian asked casually, "what would you like to eat tonight? Is steamed tofu OK? "

Mrs. Sheng looked at her and said, "do you really like cooking? Why do you follow me

Sheng Shumian looked at his mother with a smile: "I just feel curious. What's the feeling of cooking?"

"Do you like it?" Mrs. Sheng asked

Sheng Shumian thought for a while, put a chopstick into his mouth and chewed it twice. After swallowing it down, he said, "I should like it. I want to do it well."

Mrs. Sheng nodded: "this is right. No matter what you do, you should think about doing well instead of giving up halfway."

Sheng Shumian was holding the chopsticks and suddenly looked at her mother and asked, "if there is a person who cooks better than I do, would you still like what I do? Would you like her, not me? "

Mrs. Sheng said in a puzzled way, "what's your problem? Why should I like who cooks delicious food? I like you because you are my daughter and my mother's baby. Even if you don't cut an apple for your mother, my mother also likes you

Sheng Shumian looked at his wife, the corners of his mouth turned up and said with satisfaction, "that's good."

After lunch, Mrs. Sheng has the habit of taking a nap. After she goes upstairs to bed, Sheng Shumian sits in the living room taking notes with a menu.

After a while, her cell phone suddenly rang.

She picked up the phone and went to the balcony to pick it up.

When she came back after answering the phone, she just heard the sound of opening the door outside the door. She turned her head and saw that it was Sheng Jingmin.

Sheng Shumian immediately threw the mobile phone to the sofa like a rabbit, ran over happily, took Sheng Jingmin's arm and said, "brother, how can you come over this time? have you had dinner I'll do it for you? "

"No more." Sheng Jingmin opened Sheng Shumian's hand, looked upstairs and asked, "is mother sleeping?"

Sheng Shumian said: "just sleep half an hour, probably will wake up in another hour, brother to find mom something?"

Sheng Jingmin was silent for a moment, or shook his head and said: "nothing, just come back to get something." Then he walked up the stairs.

Sheng Shumian looks up from the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, until she sees Sheng Jingmin enter his room and closes the door. She takes back her sight, thinks about it and goes into the kitchen.

After a while, Sheng Shumian cooked a cup of coffee and went to the second floor.

She went to Sheng Jingmin's room door and knocked.

Inside the door came Sheng Jingmin's voice: "who?"

Sheng Shumian said, "brother, it's me."

There was silence for a moment, and then the sound of opening the door came out.

Sheng Jingmin opens the door, turns around and goes in again. He takes a yellow document bag from the bookshelf and puts it on the small tea table in the room. Then he turns and continues to search for some old documents on the bookshelf.

Sheng Shumian looked at the Yellow document bag, turned his head and looked at the bookshelf and asked, "brother, what are you looking for?"

Sheng Jingmin said: "looking for a project engineering data a few years ago, but I can't find it. It may have been put in the company."

Sheng Shumian came to him with coffee in his hand and said, "what are you doing with the previous data?"

Sheng Jingmin took a sip of coffee and said, "there is a similar project recently. Please refer to it."Sheng Shumian nodded clearly.

Sheng Jingmin drank half of his coffee and said, "if you don't find it, I'll leave first. Tell your mother I've been here."

Sheng Shumian nods to him with a smile.

They come out of the room together. Sheng Shumian sends Sheng Jingmin out of the door. Until she sees Sheng Jingmin's car drive away from the front level road completely, Sheng Shumian closes the door and comes in. She stays at the gate for a few seconds, and then walks towards the kitchen with her legs raised.

Behind the kitchen is the warehouse. All the spare keys at home are in the warehouse.

Sheng Shumian got the key to Sheng Jingmin's room, went upstairs with the key, opened his room, and went to the bookshelf.

It seems that there is no difference on the bookshelf. Just now Sheng Jingmin is in a hurry, and seems to have taken nothing.

Sheng Shumian stares at this row of bookshelves. After a long silence, she still exits the room and closes the door.

At the same time, in the BMW on the other side, Sheng Jingmin takes out an old color photo from his coat pocket.

Before his death, grandma almost did not take photos. There was no family photo of the whole family. The family photo of my grandfather's study was still hard drawn with oil painting. The photo in his hand was the only photo he had taken with his grandmother when he was a child.

In the photo, grandma is not as decadent and broken as before she died. At least in the photo, she is much younger and more beautiful and delicate.

Sheng Jingmin looks at her grandmother's facial features in the picture. After a long breath, she puts the picture back in her coat pocket.

Now he just wants to know who Liang qiange is.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Pick up the phone, the phone there someone quickly said something, after a long time, just listen to Sheng Jingmin voice slant heavy asked: "torture? prosecution? Are you serious? "