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Mo Xiaomi had long wanted to tell her grandfather that her grandfather was not young anymore, and she was 61 years old. Too much fatigue affected her life span.

"Grandpa, you should do this. As long as you have a secret recipe in your hand, others will make money for you." Mo Xiaomi praised, "We would rather make less money than work harder. You will always have to live a hundred years old. By the way, Grandpa, did it rain the day before yesterday and the road was too slippery, so you fell into the ditch?"

"Yes!" Mo Xiangshan nodded, not intending to tell his granddaughter the truth, so as not to worry about his granddaughter and his daughter.

However, Mo Xiangshan would not let him go. When he got better, he would definitely find an opportunity to deal with him.

"Hey, why can't we repair it when we get to our village?" Mo Xiaomi said with a bitter face, "Hey, if the road is good, it won't be so difficult."

"That's right, but the closest place to the highway is the Sancha Road intersection. This section is twenty miles away, and it is a mountain road. A county magistrate said he wanted to build the road, but now he doesn't see the following." Mo Xiangshan sighed, "I always say that I don't have money, and they will have money after eating and drinking."

Mo Xiaomi thought of golden pears. If there were a large number of golden pears, she might be able to operate them.

The time is not good now!

Every day, Mo Xiaomi carries a basket filled with lunch boxes to get food for her grandfather.

Because Mo Xiaomi is polite, sweet-mouthed, and comes to take care of her grandfather at such a young age, many people praise her.

The master in the kitchen also bought a large amount of food for Mo Xiaomi.

"Thank you, Master Xia." Mo Xiaomi covered the lunch box, and there were three lunch boxes in total. This was the old-fashioned rectangular aluminum lunch box, which was enough for the two of them to eat. It was packed in a small basket and carried it upstairs.

"Slow down, if you don't have enough food, come and have a beef." The chef who made the meal was a fat master.

"I will, goodbye to Master Xia." Mo Xiaomi waved his hand and greeted everyone.

When he returned to the ward, the old man and the old lady in the same ward turned red with envy when she saw Mo Xiaomi calling for food.

They also have grandchildren, but they are unwilling to let their children come over in the hospital, for fear of being bad for the children, but they want to see their granddaughter and granddaughter.

Very contradictory ideas and practices.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." Mo Xiaomi smiled, picked up the table for her grandfather, helped her sit down, and then wiped her hands with a wet towel. Then she began to open the lunch box, took out a small bowl, and put out a bowl of rice by herself. All the leftovers in the lunch box were given to her.

When Mo Xiangshan saw that they were all light meals, they couldn't swallow some of them.

"Grandpa, you can't eat spicy food. When you get better, I'll make delicious food for you." Mo Xiaomi coaxed grandpa, "Come on, although the taste is light, it tastes pretty good."

Even if Mo Xiangshan doesn’t like to eat, he still stubbornly eats it. He can’t let his granddaughter talk about him, so he is so shameless.

"Yeah, grandpa can finish it." Mo Xiangshan smiled, "But you have agreed that you will make something delicious for me when you get home."

"Will get it, get it." Mo Xiaomi agreed, comforted her grandfather and let her eat with peace of mind.

After Mo Xiangshan finished eating, Mo Xiaomi packed up and went to wash the lunch box.
Chapter completed!