Peach Blossom Pregnancy, Farm Stay

At this moment, Chen Weiran's thoughts were all on cooking for grandpa, and he didn't notice the behavior of the people behind him at all.

Zheng Xiaowu stood behind Chen Weiran blankly, his apron had already been fastened, but he did not leave.

"Crack some eggs for me." Chen Weiran arranged for him to do it.

"Oh." Only then did Young Master Zheng come back to his senses.

"Forget it, forget it, there's no need." After Chen Weiran finished speaking, he realized that what he needed at the moment was a helper, not a helper.

Young Master Zheng gasped, Chen Weiran didn't let him do it, he was too dry.

Young Master Zheng was holding the egg, and he would be stunned. He remembered seeing someone beat it, as if he was about to crack it, and then he broke it with his hands.

How can this little job stump him, Young Master Zheng?

Snapped!The eggs were broken and scattered all over the table.

The first one failed.

Clap!The eggs broke again and spilled all over the table.

The second failed again.

Chen Weiran at the side couldn't stand it any longer, and quickly snatched the egg from his hand, and then touched it lightly, and a whole egg fell into the bowl.

Young Master Zheng didn't want to be bored anymore, so he simply stepped aside.

"Chen Weiran, what are you going to do today?"

On that day six years ago, he asked him the same question. Standing at the door of Zheng's kitchen, he was a little gloating, but also a little anxious to get angry.

"Small wontons." Chen Weiran thought for a while and added, "Secretly made."

According to the development of the characters' personalities, Young Master Zheng should be sneering at this time, and Chen Weiran himself thinks so.

But after a long time, Young Master Zheng behind him didn't respond at all.

Chen Weiran took a break from his busy schedule and glanced back at him, only to see Young Master Zheng frowning slightly, staring at himself closely, as if he was thinking about some problem?

Why is this guy so abnormal today?Chen Weiran thought to himself.

Chen Weiran's small wontons are not the quick-frozen ones in the supermarket. Wonton skins are important, but the filling must not be taken lightly.

Chen Weiran added a little refined salt to the beaten egg, then turned on the fire, and evenly brushed a layer of oil in the pot. After the oil was hot, he took the pot off the heat, poured in a small spoonful of egg liquid, and quickly turned it over , In a few seconds, a yellow egg pancake is baked.Chen Weiran is proficient in his technique, and in just a few minutes, a small stack was done.

Chen Weiran thought to himself, it's almost there.

Cut the omelette into thin shreds, put it into the marinated meat filling, chop a small shallot and black fungus, and add diced shrimp when it is finished, the filling of the small wonton is considered Basically done.

Chen Weiran was very busy here, but Zheng Dashao was distracted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at the busy figure of that person, Zheng Xiaowu couldn't help thinking, if there was no such 20, if there was no one-year deadline, if they were really together then, what would happen now?

Not long after, Chen Weiran put a small plate of wrapped wontons in front of Zheng Xiaowu.

It's almost noon now. The wrapped wontons are cooked in the pot, and then served with soup to grandpa, so that we can just catch up with the meal.

Chen Weiran waited for the water to heat up.

"I'm hungry too, is this enough for you?" Young Master Zheng's habit of loving houses and blacks became more and more serious.

Chen Weiran threw the small wontons into the pot one by one, "Is it enough for grandpa to eat?"

Young Master Zheng was successfully ignored again.

Therefore, when Chen Weiran walked into the hospital ward with a steaming lunch box in his arms, Young Master Zheng's resentment towards Chen Weiran still remained undiminished.

Murder her own husband... Young Master Zheng secretly thought in his heart.

Mr. Zheng was still a little excited when he saw Chen Weiran. The old man stared at him intently, his sunken eye sockets were covered with mist.

"Little...Chen."

Chen Weiran hurried to Mr. Zheng's bedside, and before he could speak, his eyes were red, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you."

For Mr. Zheng, Chen Weiran is the dignified granddaughter-in-law of his Zheng family. Even though the marriage was not bound by law, they had sworn oaths in the name of the priest after all. Although the marriage broke down later, for Mr. Zheng, It is said that Chen Weiran is always his grandson.

Zheng Xiaowu has a deep understanding of this point. When Chen Weiran left, Zheng Xiaowu suffered a lot from being dumb at home, and his family members blamed him.It was also from then on that the family members no longer tried to arrange a wedding for Zheng Xiaowu. Perhaps in their hearts, there was probably no one in this world who was more suitable for Zheng Xiaowu than Chen Weiran.

Mr. Zheng's facial muscles were very stiff, and he seemed to be struggling to speak every word. The last time Chen Weiran came to visit him, the old man was resting. He never thought that the old man's condition was so serious.

"Come back... that's good..." Mr. Zheng raised his hand to hold Chen Weiran's hand.

Chen Weiran wiped the corners of his eyes, smiled reluctantly and said, "Grandpa, I brought you small wontons just out of the pan, how about some of them? Try to see if my craftsmanship has deteriorated."

Mr. Zheng nodded happily, and Zheng Xiaowu couldn't help but admire Chen Weiran. The old man's meal was a headache for Zheng Xiaowu, but Chen Weiran finished the old man's work within 5 minutes after sitting down.

Zheng Xiaowu wisely went to take out the bowls and chopsticks, while Chen Weiran carefully raised Mr. Zheng's hospital bed.

Although Mr. Zheng was very curious about Chen Weiran's experience in the past few years, and although he had thousands of questions in his heart, nothing could compare to Chen Weiran sitting in front of him at the moment, just come back, just come back.

Chen Weiran carefully fed Mr. Zheng small wontons. He had considered this issue before, so when he was wrapping wontons, he specially wrapped each wonton into a small size, which was just right for Mr. Zheng to eat.

It had been several years since he had tasted this taste. Mr. Zheng ate one and chewed it slowly. He never thought that he would see Chen Weiran again and eat the small wontons he made with his own hands in his lifetime.

"Grandpa, have my skills improved?" Chen Weiran asked proudly.

Mr. Zheng smiled at him with a blunt smile.

Zheng Xiaowu stood behind Chen Weiran, "Grandpa can't eat too much."

Chen Weiran nodded, and fed Mr. Zheng a few mouthfuls of soup. Mr. Zheng was obviously very satisfied.

"Son... How have you been these few years?" Mr. Zheng asked him.

"Grandpa, I'm fine. I've been in Qingcheng for the past few years. Coincidentally, this time our company is still cooperating with Zheng's Group."

The old man nodded, "That's good."

Immediately, the old man sighed, obviously worried about his condition.

"Grandpa, I won't leave when I come back this time. When you recover, I will play golf with you!" Chen Weiran said to Mr. Zheng like a child.

Mr. Zheng spent his entire life as a soldier. Thinking about how brilliant he was back then, he ended up in this situation. For him, this is a cruel reality.

The old man smiled lightly, life and death are fate, although he is not reconciled at this age, he also looks away.

Chen Weiran talked to the old man for a while, and seeing that the old man was a little tired, he asked the old man to rest more and come to see him another day.

In the quiet hospital, I don't know how many times of life and death are staged every day. After Chen Weiran met the old man, he also expressed his feelings.

Life is only a few decades, no matter how much money you earn and how much power you hold, what is the use?

Why not live in the moment and live every day happily.

Young Master Zheng didn't talk much today, he obediently followed behind Chen Weiran, seeing Chen Weiran's expression of deep thought, he asked him, "What are you thinking about?"

Chen Weiran raised his head, the afternoon sun cast light spots through the dense branches and leaves above his head, Zheng Xiaowu was in the sun, standing in front of him like a prince, it was the same scene that Chen Weiran had repeatedly appeared in his dreams in the past five years.

Chen Weiran feels that he is very happy now!

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to the people behind him, "Let's go, do you want to eat small wontons today?"