Chapter 579 (1/2)

”Tilting, it's really you.” Grandma saw the most precious granddaughter, from shock to disbelief, and finally happily accepted the fact, ”come on, come in, how can you come back so late? Have you eaten? Grandma will do it for you.”

Ye Jia wants to say no, but her stomach doesn't fight to make a coo, so she has to say, ”grandma, go to sleep, I'll do it myself.”

”You won't, I will. You sit outside.”

All the old stoves in the countryside can't be made by Ye Jiaqing. When she was a child, she was too angry and almost burned the kitchen. From then on, her grandmother would not let her into the kitchen. When she was a child, she was secretly enjoying it. Now, she stands at the door and watches the white haired old lady cook for her life in the middle of the night. Her eyes are red again. I really want to say that she won't eat.

But the old lady has skillfully burned the fire, and took out a few native eggs, and said to her, ”how about making your favorite fried rice with eggs for you?”

”Good.” Ye Jia leans her nose sour, afraid that she will cry if she stays longer, so she turns her head and waits outside.

Her grandmother lives alone. Her children have moved to a big city. No one wants to stay in this kind of rural place. Ye Jiaqing seldom comes back in recent years. The old house in memory is in good order managed by her grandmother, but it is still old. There are still some water leaks in some places.

There is no faucet outside, only a well. Her grandmother still needs to fetch water by herself. Ye Jia turns around and really feels sad. They are older and care less about the elderly.

She sat on the rattan chair in the yard. When she was a child, she took a nap here. Her grandmother beat the palm fan for her and shook and shook it for her. Recalling the past, she felt even more soft and confused. Seeing the old lady walking towards her with a bowl of fried rice with eggs, she began to falter instead of her vigorous and quick steps. She could not help feeling sad Middle of the road, tears running down my face.

When the old lady saw her, she was in a hurry: ”tilt, what's the matter? Why are you crying? Is there someone bullying you outside? Tell Grandma, don't be afraid. Grandma is there.”

Raising a child is one hundred years old and worrying for ninety-nine years. No matter what we become or how old we grow, we will always be children in the eyes of our parents and elders.

Ye Jia's mood fluctuated greatly, but no matter what, she didn't want her grandmother to worry, so she grabbed the old lady's body and shook her head desperately: ”grandma, I'm ok, I just haven't seen you for a long time, I'm happy, grandma, I'm hungry, I'll eat first.”

”Ah, how can you be the same as when you were a child? Come on, eat quickly.”

With chopsticks in hand, ye Jia devours them. Her grandmother keeps telling her, ”eat slowly. No one will fight with you. Eat slowly.”

”You eat. I'll make a bed and quilt for your room.”

”OK, thank you grandma.”

It's too late today. The old lady has the habit of going to bed early. So after laying the quilt for ye Jia, she didn't remember the past, so she was rushed to bed by Ye Jia.

She was in the yard. After eating, she washed the dishes. Then she went back to the room.

The furniture in the room is very old. I used to think it was very ugly, but now it is full of time.

The scores on the top of the cupboard are all the memories left by her childhood. Her finger belly slipped on the rough table top, and finally got into the quilt, full of the smell of clean sunshine.