Chapter 147: 【 Gathering of Talents, Radish Meeting 】

Chapter 147

The next day.

Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu together explained her condition to the old lady.

The old lady seemed to be at that age and had long anticipated that there would be such a day.

The surprised expression stayed on her face for only a moment before disappearing.

Knowing that the tumor was benign and could be cured, she was even more relaxed, with a completely calm appearance.

However, when she heard that her grandson and granddaughter-in-law said they would accompany her to Germany for treatment, she frowned and slammed the table to stand up.

"No, if you go, I won't go."

Sheng Mumu looked at Qi Mo, at a loss for what to do...

Qi Mo seemed to have long anticipated that the old lady would react this way. He gave Sheng Mumu a "don't worry" look.

"Grandma, I—"

"Don't say anything, I know what you want to say." The old lady suddenly raised her voice, interrupting her grandson before he could finish speaking, "I said no, so no."

Having lived to this age, how could she not see the subtle expressions of the younger generation.

She was touched by her thoughtful grandson and granddaughter-in-law, but didn't want to affect the normal lives of the younger generation by having them fuss over an old lady like her.

She had always felt that people have their own ways of living.

Just like before, she had always lived alone in Yue City, with maids and caregivers around, and went to a university for the elderly to take classes when she was free, and was quite content.

Now it was just a temporary stay in Jing City. If she had to have her grandson and granddaughter-in-law waiting on her every day, she would feel uncomfortable instead.

"It's fine if little Jiang accompanies me. If you all follow me, it would be as if I had a terminal illness."

Qi Mo didn't say anything more, knowing that once the old lady's stubborn temper came up, no one could persuade her otherwise.

The old lady sat down and suddenly seemed to recall something very important. Her expression became serious as she exhorted:

"No matter what, don't tell Xiaobudian about my illness. He's in his critical third year of high school."

Qi Mo spoke in a coaxing tone, "Okay, we won't tell him."

"Hmm." Satisfied with the reply, the old lady nodded at ease.

Qi Mo and Sheng Mumu were still worried, trying to persuade the old lady from different angles.

Pleading, reasoning, cajoling.

Qi Mo patiently reasoned with her.

Sheng Mumu hugged her arm and acted cute.

But neither soft words nor hard ones worked.

The old lady had only one firm response:

"As long as you dare to follow me, I will not cooperate with any treatment."

In the end, they still couldn't overcome the stubborn old lady and had to compromise.

The day of the old lady's departure for Germany was set for a week later.

During that week, Qi Mo personally arranged all the living and treatment related matters during the old lady’s stay in Germany in minute detail.

Sheng Mumu was responsible for explaining the situation to her mother-in-law Feng Yaoqin, who was on vacation.

According to the old lady's thinking, she repeatedly emphasized to be especially careful not to let Qi Shaobai know the truth.

As for Qi Shaobai, it was the old lady who went to speak to him personally.

The reason she gave was: At such an old age, she had never seen the world before, so she wanted to go out and take a look while she still had the strength.

Qi Shaobai was reluctant to part, "Grandma, don't go. Wait until I finish the college entrance exam and I'll go with you."

The old ginger was still spicy. The old lady lied without revealing any flaws.

On the contrary, she turned it around and said, "When you were little, you clamored for me to take you to the Children's Palace to play on the slides. Now that you've grown into a big boy, you still want grandma to take you out to play? Aren't you ashamed?"

Qi Shaobai was rendered speechless for a moment: "..."

A week later.

——【Xiaobudian’s Grandma: You guys can change the group name to whatever you want yourselves.】

As soon as she sent it, a series of replies popped up below:

——【Qi Shaobai: What grandma came up with is the best.】

——【Sheng Mumu: +10086 [Jumping puppy.jpg]】

——【Qiao Li: Very special name.】

——【Feng Yaoqin: Mom, this name is good, let's not change it.】

——【Xiaobudian’s Grandma: A bunch of radishes [Smile][Thumbs up][Thumbs up]】

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The second week after Grandma went abroad.

Jing City No. 1 Middle School adjusted the schedule for third year high school students.

The self-study session that previously ended at 8:30pm was changed to 10pm.

That day.

Qi Shaobai dragged his weary body back home. As soon as he reached the front door, his body suddenly stiffened.

He lifted his chin and sniffed.

A familiar smell lingered in the air, going straight up his nostrils.

His eyes widened abruptly as he quickened his pace in the direction of the aroma.

It was the smell of meatballs fried by Grandma.

Could Grandma have come back early?

Thinking this, he couldn't help but feel greatly cheered up.

Before he even reached the kitchen, a voice rang out.

"Grandma?"

"Young Qi is back?" A clear voice responded from the kitchen.

Qi Shaobai froze on the spot.

This was obviously not Grandma's voice.

The only one who liked to call him Young Qi was his stepmother.

Sure enough, Sheng Mumu pushed open the kitchen door and walked out from inside.

She was holding a plate of freshly fried meatballs and placed them on the table, waving her hand at him.

"Come try them and see if they taste different from Grandma's meatballs."

Qi Shaobai stared blankly for a few seconds, then pulled out a chair and sat down. Without washing his hands, he grabbed one and took a bite.

After just a few chews, a clean smile appeared on his cold, aloof face.

His tone was full of affirmation.

"Delicious, exactly the same as Grandma's."

Sheng Mumu's eyebrows quirked up, the ending of her words curling up proudly,

"Of course, hand-taught by Granny herself."

Seeing Qi Shaobai wolfing them down, Sheng Mumu's smile grew increasingly smug.

Her thoughts went back two weeks ago.

The day before the old lady was leaving...

She had mysteriously pulled her into the kitchen.

"Mu Mu, I'm going to teach you how to make fried meatballs. If...if anything happens to me..."

The old lady hesitated, a fleeting look of sadness passing over her face, quickly replaced by a benevolent smile as she finished what she had to say:

"My little one will still be able to taste this flavor."