Squinting her eyes and looking at the old lady, she whispered, "are you tired, old lady? If you're not tired, let's go for a walk and find a place to have lunch; if you're tired, go home and have a rest."
The old lady narrowed her eyes and laughed:
"I'm not tired. I have the money to invite you to dinner now."
Mrs. Zhang helped her up with a smile and said in a low voice:
"when I came out, the young master had already given me the money. He said that all the expenses were on him. You don't care. He said it was Fang Shao's meaning."
The old lady nodded with a smile and said with pride:
"yes, yes, dust is very good. She always leaves me a lot of money. He is my grandson."
Although she was confused, Zhang Ma was still in a stable mood. She took her out of the park and crossed the road to a small restaurant on the opposite side:
"old lady, let's eat here nearby. It's OK to watch the hygiene here. If you go far away, you'll be tired."
Opening the door of the restaurant, the old lady nodded with a smile:
"OK, I'll eat it here. I'll order some fried pork with water bamboo shoots."
"Well, you can have anything you want. Let's have a taste here and see if the food tastes good. You don't know. I've opened a restaurant abroad. My young master asked me to accompany my grandmother to school and worked as a chef abroad for a period of time. Speaking of it, my level is much better than that of a chef in a small restaurant."
Grandma nodded and laughed:
"we're not trying to compare, we're trying to taste it, and we're eating in a different environment."
They sat down by the window, chatting and laughing. In addition to the Zizania latifolia fried meat ordered by the old lady, they also asked for a lot of dishes. After ordering, Mrs. Zhang specially explained to the waiter:
"pay attention to the heat in cooking, and our old lady is a bit selective in eating."
The waiter brought up the water, nodded and left with the menu.
Two people were drinking water and chatting. Zhang Ma watched the old lady's mood return to her previous excitement. She couldn't see the sad scene in the park. She only talked about happy topics:
"old lady, when did you always forget things? In fact, it's also very good to forget the past. Who can remember as clearly as the computer, it's better to forget the past. "
The old lady took a sip of water and nodded:
"yes, I forgot a lot of things from time to time after I found her father, but I didn't care about it. She said it was not a disease, but she had to be treated. Her doctor friend made it very serious."
"Originally, I didn't want to take medicine, but I started to take medicine because I was worried about seeing dust. But I can't remember how many pills I take every day."
It was like opening the chatterbox, and the old lady talked incessantly. Zhang Ma listened quietly, nodding from time to time and inserting a word or two.
More and more she found that perhaps the old lady's so-called "amnesia" may be due to the sadness of loneliness.
Because of loneliness, she will think of the past.
Because she was sad, she would be afraid that the child who had worked so hard to raise would leave her.
There was no one to talk to and no one to talk to, so the old lady would choose to forget a lot of things.
Thinking of this, I felt like I had moved a stone away and said with a smile:
"old lady, if you have anything to say to me, it's fate for us to get to know each other. My family has nothing to worry about. If the young master is kind to me, I will do things in the young master's house wholeheartedly."
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