After taking the train for two days in a row, everyone was very tired. When they entered the house, Jing Xiu said to Qiao Zhilan: "Lanlan, which room did I live in before? I was a little tired and wanted to sleep for a while!"

Lu Yuhua quickly said, "Old lady, you can't sleep now. It's noon. You have to eat first. I made braised pork, mapo tofu, and rotten pig's trotters and stewed soybeans. Will we sleep after eating it?"

People get older and younger, so they have to coax them. Qiao Zhilan said, "Mom, Yuhua makes them all, but you like to eat them. In the past, meat essence was expensive, so we didn't eat them often. Today, you eat more and eat more, and we'll go to bed again after we're full, okay?"

"Yuhua? This is Yuhua? Why are you so old?"

Lu Yuhua was covered in black and sad. Does the old lady still remember her? But she only remembered her when she was young.

Qiao Junjie said: "Old lady, let's eat first, then sleep. When you have enough food and drink, I will slowly prepare the room for you. Who is who, okay?"

Although Qiao Junjie is old, he is very careful and patient in taking care of his wife. The old man teaches her over and over again the people and things she can't remember.

However, it takes a little time. Today, everyone is very busy and tired, so it is better to have breakfast. Otherwise, it will be cold in such a cold day.

The old lady listened to her husband very much: "Okay, okay, eat first, eat first! Alas, Yuhua, you just said, what kind of dishes did you cook for me..."

Ning Yue had prepared her grandparents' room before, with soft cushions and thick quilts, both warm and fluffy.

After dinner, Qiao Zhilan carefully washed her face, hands, feet, and then helped her to bed, just like her mother treated her when she was a child.

The old lady was really too tired. She lay down and said a few words, but after a while, she fell asleep.

When we got downstairs, everyone was sitting in the main hall. Song Chengyi had already returned and was bringing in a charcoal fire from the kitchen.

Qiao Zhilan asked: "Dad, do you want to go upstairs and sleep for a while?"

Qiao Junjie waved his hand: "I'm not sleepy yet, Zhilan, can you make an appointment with the Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned tomorrow?"

My wife's condition was getting worse day by day. Qiao Junjie just wanted to find a good doctor early and cure her. He didn't say that the treatment was as bright as before, and the condition did not continue to deteriorate. He didn't want to. One morning she couldn't even remember him.

Qiao Zhilan looked at Ning Yue, and Ning Yue nodded quickly: "Mom said that grandma is here and you can go to Vice Hospital Gong at any time. He has been in the hospital for a while."

Qiao Junjie asked: "Your grandma is going to sleep until four or five o'clock this time. Will you go early tomorrow morning?"

"Well, okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."

Qiao Junjie nodded: "Chengyi has married a good wife, Ningning girl, will you delay your work?"

Ning Yue smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, grandpa, it's the New Year, everyone is about to have a holiday, I don't have much to do!"

It’s not that there are not many things, but nothing is more important than grandma’s body.

How could Song Chengyi not know what his wife was thinking? Just as my grandfather said, it was his blessing to marry her.

Lu Yuhua finally asked what he said in his heart: "Old lady, is this? She no longer recognizes anyone?"
Chapter completed!