I don't care about late affection

At that time, Father Song's hair was still black, and his face didn't have so many wrinkles.

Be full of energy and smile every day.

The memory is clear as if it happened just yesterday.

But after recovering, he realized that a long time had passed, and the years had mercilessly left on Song's father's face.

Father Song's face is old now, and his body is riddled with pain.

Song Ruoqing closed her eyes, enduring the pain spreading from her heart.

"Qingqing."

Li Hannian called out worriedly.

Song Ruoqing opened her eyes, her voice was hoarse, but her tone was calm.

"I am fine."

She's really fine.

After the initial breakdown and the news that Song's father was about to leave, she had gradually accepted it, and she came back to her senses.

There will always be such a day, and she can't change it.

Then Father Song can only leave with peace of mind. Don't be like in the previous life, when she and Li Hannian were like in the past, Father Song might not feel at ease when they leave.

But Father Song still chose that path.

Because he was gone, the debt would not fall on Song Ruoqing, and she would be able to escape.

Song Ruoqing's appearance made Li Hannian and Song Jinglun very worried, but they couldn't do too much, they could only stay by Song Ruoqing's side.

Father Song woke up three days later.

When he woke up, he looked quite refreshed.

Most importantly, Father Song said that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

After the doctor came to check, he said to Song Ruoqing and others, "You can eat whatever you want?"

Father Song's illness has required a light diet since the onset of his illness. Now at this time, the doctor said, let Father Song eat whatever he wants?
what does this mean?
Brothers and sisters Song Ruoqing and Song Jinglun, and even Li Hannian and Yuan Anran all reacted.

One can't control the sadness.

Yuan Anran couldn't even accept it, covered her mouth and ran outside.

She couldn't control it, and she was afraid that if she cried out, it would make Father Song worry.

"Don't cry." Father Song comforted Song Ruoqing and said, "Dad, isn't it all right? I still want to watch Xiaobao and Ningning grow up?"

"Dad, this is what you said, you will wait for Xiaobao to grow up."

Song Ruoqing seemed to have caught the loophole in Song's father's words suddenly, and couldn't wait for Song's father to admit it.

Father Song didn't seem to feel anything, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Although Song Ruoqing knew it was a fake, her mood improved a lot for no reason.

Ask Song's father: "Dad, what do you want to eat, I will find it for you."

There was some memory in Father Song's eyes.

"I want to eat the noodles your mother made for me."

"My mother made noodles?" Song Ruoqing was taken aback.

Mother had long since left this world, so she went there to find the noodles made by her mother.

But Song's father didn't seem to have reacted, and continued: "Your mother made noodles for the first time, and the noodles were cooked for too long, and they were all rotten. I asked her, and she said that she was afraid that the time would not be enough to cook them properly."

"She also put a poached egg for me, but it was not cooked at all, and it still smelled like eggs."

"That was really memorable. Although I finished eating it, I never had it again. Now I suddenly want to eat it."

Song Ruoqing wanted to cry after hearing Father Song's description.

But desperately held back.

"Dad, just wait, I'll go and prepare noodles for you."

Song Ruoqing was going to do it herself, even if she couldn't prepare exactly the same one, but she could still comfort Father Song a little.

He also told Song Jinglun: "Brother, you stay here and watch over Dad, I will be back soon."

"Okay, don't worry." Song Jinglun agreed of course.

When Song Ruoqing left the ward, Li Hannian naturally followed.

Ask Song Ruoqing: "Where are you going to cook noodles for your father-in-law?"

"Let's go to the hospital cafeteria, it's just that I can't make it taste like Mommy."

Li Hannian said: "Actually, what my father-in-law recalled was just the sweet feeling of the past, and he didn't really want to eat noodles. He should have no sense of taste now."

Song Ruoqing felt even more uncomfortable.

The two went to the hospital cafeteria and found the master chef. Li Hannian spent money to buy the right to use a stove.

Song Ruoqing started cooking the noodles.

She also doesn't have any talent for cooking. She was a little princess who was raised in the palm of Song's father since she was a child. She has never been in the kitchen.

Before the water boiled, the noodles were put down.

The master chef next to him saw it and couldn't help but said: "The noodles are not cooked like this, otherwise I will help you."

Song Ruoqing panicked and looked at a loss.

Li Hannian stood up and stopped: "No need, we will cook noodles like this."

Then he said to Song Ruoqing: "After cooking this, the noodles will be rotten."

Song Ruoqing thought about it too, just watched the water boil, poured the noodles into the bowl in a hurry, and sure enough, the noodles were rotten.

Looking at the rotten noodles, Song Ruoqing thought about it, that's what Song's father described, so it should be fairly restored.

"Poached eggs."

Seeing that something was missing, Song Ruoqing took an egg and knocked it directly, but she couldn't control her strength well, and it was about to break, so she hurriedly knocked on the noodles.

The hot soup had raw eggs, and it turned into a ball in an instant, half-baked.

The whole bowl of noodles was ruined.

"Han Nian, what should I do?" Song Ruoqing panicked, "Should I put it back and cook it again?"

She said she was about to go to Duanmian, but was suddenly stopped by Li Hannian.

"and many more."

"what happened?"

Li Hannian looked at the bowl of noodles, which looked very dark, and suddenly felt that it was exactly as described by his father-in-law.

Could it be that the mother-in-law's noodles were cooked in this way.

"Don't you think it's very similar to what your father-in-law described?"

Song Ruoqing was taken aback for a moment, then looked down, and found that they were very similar.

"Then...that's it?" She said uncertainly.

"That's it." Huo Zhan said: "Father-in-law eats memories, at least it looks the same."

Song Ruoqing nodded, not caring about the taste anymore.

"Then let's carry it over."

So the couple left with the bowl of noodles.

A chef next to him who witnessed the whole process was stunned. He didn't realize until they had walked away, and shouted, "You didn't add salt."

Not to mention the salt, there is no seasoning.

The noodles were soggy and the eggs were undercooked. Although there were also runny eggs, they weren't made that way.

It's just that Song Ruoqing and Li Hannian had gone far away and didn't hear them at all.

Someone nearby persuaded the chef: "Forget it, if you make it like that, normal people wouldn't eat it."

The chef thinks about it too.

Seeing that the stove is on fire, it is not turned off.

In the end, I couldn't help shaking my head and thinking, it's really a rich person, it's fine to come to experience cooking, but it's still done like this.

……

The bowl of noodles was delivered to Father Song.

Although it was a dark dish, Father Song's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"Yes, this is it."

Song Jinglun was a little surprised, but he didn't dare to refute what Father Song affirmed.

Seeing Father Song struggling to put the noodles into his mouth, one bite at a time, after Father Song finished eating, with a satisfied expression on his face, he leaned on the pillow behind him and closed his eyes slightly.

"That's the taste." Father Song sighed.