Chapter 12: wake

Twenty minutes later, the dishes on the table were eaten clean. The old lady does farm work all year round. Although she is old, her meal is better than Lin Mo. Lin Mo believes in the way of keeping in good health. He only eats eight points and his grandmother has no scruples. In addition, he has been eating hard for the past two days. Most of the three dishes went into the old lady's mouth and drank two large bowls of porridge.
After eating, the old lady could not sit on the chair, and said to Lin Mo with a mouthful, "Good boy, your mother really gave you a dream?" The old lady Guan was superstitious, but some things hadn't been seen in person after all. It would be so easy to believe Lin Mo's words.
Lin Mo lied without a blink of an eye, grievances said: "Grandma, you don't believe me and I should believe that I can make dishes. If my mother doesn't teach me in dreams, can I make such delicious food?"
The rebirth was too weird, and there was nothing worth elaborating in the last life. Lin Mo did not intend to let his family know that the dead mother was just a shield. Lin Mo had not yet reached his first birthday, and his mother died of illness. From an early age to the grandmother, he listened to his grandmother talking about how delicious his mother ’s cooking is. When he was a child, he didn't seem to have the talent to do this. Until something happened at home, he dropped out of school and started to learn to cook.
Beginner cooking is to learn from the high school cafeteria master.
At that time, Dad's legs were amputated. The school dismissed him. The relationship with his father was quite good. A leader saw that his house was really difficult, so he asked him to go to the school cafeteria to help wash dishes and wash dishes. He was also allowed to pack and take home to eat. Lin Moqin is sensible and looks very good. In addition to the tragedy at home, all the uncles and aunts in the cafeteria are full of love. Instead of squeezing him out, they help him everywhere.
Among them, the cafeteria master and contractor Li Jun and the old lady were turning around several kinsmen's relatives. He was entrusted by the old lady and he would teach Lin Mo to cook when he had the chance. Mr. Li was a famous chef in the town. He has a family culinary skills and good craftsmanship. However, whenever there is a red and white wedding reception in each family, he will be invited to take a charge. His cooking is recognized as delicious. Later, when he was old, the only daughter married well and had a lot of savings in the family. He brought out two apprentices who could each independently hold a banquet, and he simply did not wash his hands. Fortunately, he was born with hard work and spent two years at home and went to the hospital several times. He couldn't stay idle. He contracted the canteen of the middle school in the township. After a few years of operation, he was completely ill and walked with a spirit of wind. Too.
Master Li is a very patient person. With his advice, Lin Mo puts his usual study skills into cooking, thinking of learning Master Li ’s skills, whether it is a banquet or opening a restaurant in the future. Okay, always let the family live a good life.
Unfortunately, things are counterproductive.
However, destiny turned a corner, and Lin Mo finally took the road of 'opening the pavilion'. During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Lin Mo not only hired many master chefs with special skills, but also bought many recipes such as "Family Secrets" and "Royal Secrets" through various channels. The master chefs Lin Mo did not steal the teacher. But those recipes are all in his mind. Even if Lin Mo is good at always being a home cooked food, with these recipes, are you still worried that the food is not delicious? What's more, home cooking seems to be simple. It's really easy to make a good meal and make it delicious. You can taste the taste of 'home' in one bite. It's no easy task.
The old lady burped and missed: "Don't say, the taste of these dishes is really like making it slowly."
Lin Mo continued to bluff: "My mother taught me a lot of dishes, and I will make it for grandma when conditions are met in the future."
The old lady's eyes turned red. Didn't you say that? It's a pity that the old man can marry such a good wife slowly for a lifetime.
Lin Mo's words touched the old lady's nerves, and the old lady couldn't help but talk about his mother's affairs. After speaking, she sighed: "If it's too good, how could there be such a thing today."
Lin Mo laughed: "That little book can't be my brother."
The old lady laughed and said: "A man is a big devil and he is talking nonsense." No matter how bad Wang Yanyan is, Xiaoshu is still a good boy. How can an adult be blamed on a child?
Lin Mo did n’t know if his mother-in-law had been given a
myth
by her grandmother. For the role of
mother
, Lin Mo ’s impression was that he was as irresponsible as Wang Yanyan or as hysterical as Chen Junxi ’s mother, and was bent for so many years. Lin Moshi could not imagine what it would be like to form a family with a woman in the future. Of course, like men, Lin Mo has no courage to mention to his family.
After washing the pots and pans, Lin Mo and the old lady used a large thermos to fill the hot porridge and took them to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital in the evening, the doctor told them that Lin Jian had already awakened twice in the afternoon. The patient's condition was better than expected. When he woke up again at night, he could feed some liquid food properly. Observe another day tomorrow, and he could be transferred to the general ward the day after tomorrow. .
The old lady couldn't help but read the Buddha several times, and Lin Mo was also very happy.
After he went back to the clinic and got a shot back, Lin Jian was already awake and the old lady was feeding him porridge.
"Dad." Lin Mo shouted softly.
Lin Jian's face was pale, but his expression was a little agitated. There was something in his mouth that echoed: "Hey."
"Grandma, let me come."
"Okay." The old lady handed the bowl to Lin Mo and retreated to the side.
Back in time, my father lay in front of him alive. Lin Mo shook his hand slightly with the spoon. He gently blew the porridge and carefully put the spoon in front of his father. Lin Mo's nose was slightly sour as he watched his dad eat his own porridge.
Lin Jiangang woke up and couldn't eat too much. He had no appetite at first, but the taste of porridge was so delicious that he unknowingly drank a small bowl and felt it was not enough.
This small bowl of porridge is a special batch of doctors, you can only drink so much if you have enough. Lin Mo picked up the tableware and washed it outside, then went to the boiler room to get hot water. Lin Jian asked the old lady: "Mom, what about Yanzi?"
As soon as she mentioned that Wang Yanyan's old lady was almost out of breath, but she was worried that her son could not understand it, his face changed, and he didn't say a word for a long time.
Lin Jian was honest and loyal but not stupid, and asked, "Mom, is there something wrong with your family?"
The old lady could not bear it for a long time, and it seemed that the peas ran Wang Yanyan away with people. In a sense, it was only her that was appropriate to speak about this matter. It was for this reason that Lin Mo excused himself.
After hearing this, Lin Jian felt that his eyes were black, and the solar meridian suddenly hurt. He admits that he can't forget to slow down emotionally, and is a bit cold to Wang Yanyan, but for so many years, he has never let Wang Yanyan eat a little bit of bitterness, because he feels that he has treated him emotionally, and he will make up for her from other aspects.
She asked for money, he gave it; she wanted to play, he let it; she was lazy, he grabbed the things inside and outside the house, underwear and underwear were washed clean for her; there are people outside, he will bear, wait for her to change her mind.
Even if you really do n’t want Wang Yanyan to live with me, then you can raise it upright and he will never treat her divorce. In the eleven or twelve years, why did husband and wife do so unforgiving? What is the difference between this practice and breaking his life?
The patient's own heart is relatively fragile. Lin Jian couldn't help but think about it, and his face became bad immediately.
The old lady was busy and said, "Old man, don't think about it, Mo Mohe still counts on you. I'm still waiting for you to support me."
Middle-aged men carry several mountains on them, which is unbearable for some people, and is the driving force for hard work.
Lin Jian is the latter, and his empty eyes slightly twitched: "Mom, don't worry, I won't think about it. When I see the doctor's money, who is asking?"
"Your uncle lent us 20,000, and helped us to borrow 50,000 in the bank, and the bank over 8,000, but only 40,200."
Lin Jian's mouth was bitter, and his family originally owed 10,000 yuan of accounts. After all, interest was calculated after all. More than 80,000 yuan of accounts. What did he use? It's not enough to sell him apart.
Lin Mo just hit the water and brought it in. He put the hot water bottle next to him: "Dad, don't worry about money, I will find a way to pay it back."
Lin Jianlan said: "If you still study, what can you do?"
"When I go back, I will go through the suspension of school and go to a stall to sell snacks. I made some sausage bacon and sold it in the city. I can make a lot of money."
Lin Jian looked at his son's delicate and beautiful fireworks without a face, and smiled and said: "At your level, are you afraid of others being poisoned?"
Dad was still in a mood to joke, proving that he was not completely desperate, and Lin Mo's big stone finally fell.
The old lady raised her eyebrows with pride: "My good-grandson's craftsmanship is good. All his meals are made by him this afternoon. My stomach is still rising. Just now that you drink that bowl of porridge tastes good, it's all my good-grandson. "
Lin Jian slapped his mouth subconsciously. The porridge tasted really good just now, and when it was so good, it slowly returned and I ate it.
"Why did Mo Mo suddenly cook?" He remembered that three days ago, his son cooked vegetables and there was a scorched smell.
"It's slowly entrusting him with dreams and teaching him to do it."
Lin Jian suddenly widened his eyes and lost his voice: "How is it possible ?!"
The old lady was superstitious, and immediately bluffed her face and said, "Why is it impossible, slowly be kind-hearted, and she can spare your grandfather to suffer? Then you can tell yourself, if it is not slow, why did my grandson suddenly learn? My grandson made the dish, I ate it, and it ’s a taste to do it slowly. "
Lin Jian was too much stimulated today, his eyes flushed and his throat hoarse: "Lin Mo, what the is going on?"
Lin Mo didn't expect that he was insulting, and now he became a tough ride. He didn't expect that he would have the same taste as his mother when he was cooking, and now he can only die. He blinked his eyes and said innocently, "It's my mom who gave me a dream and asked me to take good care of my dad and grandma. Well, there are small books."
"And what else?" Lin Jian looked at his son's look as if it was not hypocrisy, and actually believed three points.
"Mom taught me a lot of dishes. She said that her family is difficult now, and she has no way to help us. She can only pass this skill on to me and help me get out of trouble." Lin Mo said very seriously, even himself I'm a little bit convinced that he might be born again maybe it's his mother's blessing.
Lin Jian remembered his deceased wife with tears in his eyes: "Slowly do more work ..."
Lin Mo waited for the opportunity to persuade: "Dad, don't be upset. If Mom let her see you like this, she should be sad."
Tears slowly slipped down the corners of Lin Jian ’s eyes, and in his dim eyes, he looked at his son ’s face as if his wife was dying, and there was an illusion that he slowly came back to him. Sad. "Whether his son is telling the truth or falsehood, at this moment, he chooses to believe unconditionally.
Lin Jian had just finished the operation. He was in low energy and was too stimulated, so he fell asleep. Probably influenced by Lin Mo, he really dreamed that Cheng was slow. When he woke up, he could not remember what the dead wife said to him in the dream, but after that, he no longer doubted that Lin Mo suddenly appeared more ability.
In the evening, the old lady insisted on staying up for vigil on the grounds that the old man felt less, and Lin Mohan left her first, but left. Although he promised the old lady to go home directly, he left the hospital and took a corner to slip to the night market.
At ten o'clock in the evening, a fat nurse came to check the room. The fat nurse had a sharp nose. As soon as she entered the ward, she smelled that the mushroom porridge was too weak to smell. She sucked in her saliva and asked, "Auntie, what are you eating, why is it so fragrant?" "
The old lady smiled and said, "Nothing, just mushroom porridge."
The fat nurse checked it well, but he lingered and left, and a pair of big eyes stared at the thermos.
The old lady was busy and said, "Sister, there is a little porridge left in the thermos cup. It was originally intended for the patient, but it hasn't been poured out. You can drink it if you don't want it. You stay up late at night and it's hard. "
The fat nurse knew it was not good, but her weak will did not withstand the temptation of food, and her fat hands were embarrassed to rub: "How is this so embarrassing."
The old lady brought the thermos to her hand: "What's so embarrassing? You remember to give the thermos to Auntie and return."
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