"Grandma, my uncle praised my dancing. I'll dance for you."

In Zhao Ruobin's memory, Zhao's mother has always been a serious old lady. He has never seen Zhao's mother so gentle.

kitchen.

Song Xijiao picked up the sea bass from the basin, hit the fish's head hard with a knife to knock the fish unconscious, scraped the fish's belly twice with a spoon to remove the scales, cut open the fish's belly with a knife, cleaned out the fish's internal organs and gills, rinsed it with clean water, put it on the chopping board, and cut the fish's back a few times with a knife so that the fish could be better flavored.

"Aunt Zhang, I remember my grandma didn't like spicy food!"

"Well, the old lady said she can't eat without spicy food."

"Why did the taste suddenly change?"

"I don't understand that."

Aunt Zhang was the nanny hired by Zhao Hairong to take care of Zhao's mother. She stood on Song Xijiao's left side with her hands clasped tightly. The water in the cooking sink had already overflowed the edge. The calm water surface was like a mirror, reflecting Aunt Zhang's face. Her face was flushed, as if she had mustered up the courage to say this.

Last night, in the nanny's room.

"Your son is already in his thirties, and he hasn't tasted a woman yet!"

"As long as you listen to me, I will decide your son's marriage."

…………

Song Xijiao made four dishes and one soup: steamed sea bass, braised pork ribs, mapo tofu, stir-fried green beans, plus a seaweed egg drop soup, and three-color brown rice cooked in advance.

She rocked the bed for Zhao's mother, put a towel under her neck, and then picked up the bowl to feed her.

Wearing disposable gloves, she removed all the bones and thorns from the ribs and sea bass. She also used scissors to cut the baby cabbage, celery and tomatoes into small pieces to make it easier for Zhao's mother and Doudou to chew them.

Doudou is very well behaved. She eats with a spoon by herself, and occasionally asks Song Xijiao to feed her.

Zhao Ruobin sat aside, watching Song Xijiao patiently feed Zhao's mother and carefully wipe Doudou's mouth.

“Ahem…Jiaojiao…”

She immediately put down the bowl and gently patted Zhao's mother on the back. Zhao's mother coughed violently and spat a mouthful of black blood on Song Xijiao's hand and Zhao's mother's body.

"grandmother."