Zhou Ziheng first consulted a doctor to understand the condition, and was relieved when he heard that it was nothing serious.
Wen Wan sat on a stool and looked at the person on the bed seriously. Seeing Zhou Ziheng coming back, she quickly asked, "How is it? What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said it was nothing serious, probably due to high blood pressure from not getting enough rest at night."
Wen Wan felt relieved after hearing this, but at this moment, the person on the bed called out in a daze, "Qiuyu...Qiuyu...I want to eat Kung Pao Chicken..."
Because his voice was too soft, neither of them could hear clearly what he said, so Wen Wan hurriedly moved closer to listen carefully.
After vaguely understanding what was said, she looked at Zhou Ziheng and asked doubtfully, "Qiuyu...who is that?"
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but sigh when he heard the name, "Qiuyu is my grandmother's name."
Wen Wan suddenly realized that Zhou Cheng had been muttering the name of his first wife.
Recalling the time they met by chance before, she bit her lip and said, "Grandpa said he wanted to eat Kung Pao Chicken. Is he...missing Grandma?"
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but let out a wry smile, "That's probably true. His favorite dish is the Kung Pao Chicken made by grandma."
"My grandmother passed away when I was very young, and my grandfather has always missed her..."
"Although he rarely mentioned grandma later, I knew he hadn't forgotten her."
At this moment, Zhou Cheng regained consciousness, but he kept muttering, "I want to eat Kung Pao Chicken..."
Wen Wan quickly coaxed him, "Grandpa wants to eat Kung Pao Chicken, right? Wait a minute, I'll go out and buy it for you and be back soon!"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Cheng stopped talking at this time and just stared blankly ahead.
Wen Wan quickly told the person beside her, "Brother, I'm going downstairs to buy Grandpa some Kung Pao Chicken. Please take good care of him."
Zhou Ziheng frowned and said, "Let me go. You're not feeling well, so take a rest."
As he said that, he reached out and forced her onto the stool. Wen Wan heard him say that and didn't insist anymore. Whoever went would go anyway.
Wen Wan looked at the old man's dazed expression and couldn't help but sigh. Maybe this is the magic of love.
Zhou Ziheng came back with food soon. Wen Wan couldn't help feeling a little hungry when she smelled the delicious food, but no matter how hungry she was, she couldn't snatch the old man's food!
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng smiled and handed her another one. He was considerate enough to buy her an extra one.
Wen Wan took it and smiled sweetly, saying softly: "I love you, brother~"
Zhou Ziheng pulled the dining table over the bed and prepared the food before he said softly, "Grandpa, I bought you Kung Pao Chicken. Come and try it."
Zhou Cheng didn't know what he was thinking. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He picked up a piece of diced chicken with trembling hands and put it into his mouth.
The next second, he suddenly threw down his chopsticks in a rage, crying and shouting, "This doesn't taste like this!"
"Qiuyu's Kung Pao Chicken doesn't taste like this. I want to eat Qiuyu's!"
Wen Wan quickly picked up the chopsticks on the ground and threw them into the trash can. Then she replaced them with a new pair and handed them to him, saying softly, "Grandpa, my brother has bought everything."
"Can you please give me a favor and let's just eat for now?"
"After you finish eating, I'll find you some Kung Pao Chicken with that flavor. Is that okay with you?"
However, Zhou Cheng turned his face away stubbornly, looking unwilling to cooperate.
Wen Wan and Zhou Ziheng looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. The old man was like a child when he was sick. It was really difficult to deal with him.
Seeing that Zhou Ziheng had no idea what to do, Wen Wan took out her phone and started ordering takeout.
About half an hour later, the takeouts arrived one after another. Zhou Ziheng looked at the pile of Kung Pao Chicken on the table and asked her quietly, "How much did you order?"
Wen Wan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "As long as it's a store that can order, I've ordered everything."
"I just don't believe it. There's no one who can make it like grandma?"
There are only a few ways to cook Kung Pao Chicken. Is it really possible that there are no similar ones?
But that was the fact. Zhou Cheng tasted every one of them, but none of them satisfied him. This made the two of them worried and crying.
In order to avoid waste, Wen Wan silently did a few copies, and then walked back and forth outside the ward to think of new solutions.
In the end, she got nothing. She leaned against the wall, lowered her head, and looked melancholy.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a familiar voice, "6 grams of dried red pepper, 1 gram of Sichuan pepper..."
She looked up in confusion, her eyes widened in surprise, and she stuttered, "City...City Goddess?"
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and remember the recipe." Cheng Huang Shenhua went straight to the point without saying much.
Wen Wan finally reacted and stopped thinking about why the City God knew this recipe. She quickly took out her cell phone and started writing down what she said.
After writing down the entire process of making the dish, Wen Wan looked up and was about to ask her how she knew it, but found that the person had disappeared.
Her mind was in a mess, but she had no time to think. She quickly ran back to the ward and handed the phone to Zhou Ziheng breathlessly, "Brother, recipe!"
Zhou Ziheng looked at the recipe on his phone in confusion, "This is..."
Wen Wan directly pulled him up and pushed him out, "Don't worry about where it came from, just go and do it first."
After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng didn't ask any more questions and drove directly to find a place to cook.
Wen Wan looked at Zhou Cheng's dazed look, and her heart suddenly felt sour. She comforted him, "Grandpa, wait a little longer, brother will be back soon."
Zhou Cheng didn't respond. Instead, he sighed and said with a choked voice, "I dreamed... I dreamed of her."
"It's been over 20 years now. I wonder if she's doing well down there."
Wen Wan couldn't help wanting to cry after hearing his words. She silently recalled all the scenes of her meeting with the City God.
The City God saved Zhou Ziheng and hoped to attend her and Zhou Ziheng's wedding, and he also knew the recipe...
The answer was obvious, but she couldn't understand why, if the City God was really Grandma Qiuyu, she didn't tell Zhou Ziheng the truth at that time?
She thought about it over and over but couldn't figure it out. She could only wait silently for Zhou Ziheng to come back, hoping that this personally handed down recipe would satisfy her grandfather...
About an hour later, Zhou Ziheng came back with an insulated lunch box.
He placed it directly in front of Zhou Cheng, took a deep breath and said, "Grandpa, try it and see if you are satisfied."
The two looked at him expectantly, both thinking that this time he would succeed, but the result was still unsatisfactory.
Zhou Cheng threw his chopsticks down again, "No, it doesn't taste like that!"
Wen Wan was completely bewildered. How could this be possible?
She was stunned for a while, then quickly pulled Zhou Ziheng to the door of the ward and asked softly, "Brother, did you do something wrong?"
Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and denied it directly: "Impossible, I have checked every step several times."
After he finished speaking, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.
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