With so much water poured in, she felt it was impossible not to go to the toilet.
Gu Zhengfeng really needed to use the restroom, but this was his daughter, and he felt embarrassed. At this moment, Song Junqiang returned with the food. "Uncle, let me do it. Qiao'er, you go out first. We are men, and you, a young girl, should leave."
Jiang Qiao nodded and then left. She went to get water for her father to wash properly, leaving the rest to Song Junqiang.
"Brother Junqiang, give me the car keys. I need to go back and bring some things over. I'll cook lunch in the cafeteria, so please take care of my dad's meal first."
Jiang Qiao took out the medicine and handed it to Song Junqiang. "Have the nurse come over and give my dad an IV drip. If any of your injured comrades need it, they can get it from here too. I'm going back now."
"Dad, wait for me to come back. Grandpa's here. Mom went out to rescue someone last night, and I don't know if she's back yet. I'm worried about leaving him all alone at home, so I'm going now."
Gu Zhengfeng hadn't expected his father-in-law to come, so he quickly urged his daughter to go home first.
"Tell your grandfather that I'm fine, and tell him not to come. I'll see him after I'm discharged from the hospital."
Wen Songtao really didn't sleep well that night. He couldn't believe that his granddaughter was alright after being disturbed so late at night. He could only be at ease after seeing it with his own eyes.
Jiang Qiao returned just as the old man was about to leave.
"Grandpa, didn't I tell you to look after the house? Why are you going out again? Let me tell you, my dad has woken up, the surgery was a success, so you can relax. He'll probably be discharged soon. My dad wants you to stay home for now and wait for my mom to come back. Have you heard anything from her yet?"
Wen Songtao patted his chest. "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright. Sigh, your mom still hasn't come back. I wonder how she is, whether she's eaten yet. Sigh, I'm always worrying about her—"
Jiang Qiao comforted the old man and quickly went into the kitchen to cook. The old man hadn't eaten yet, and now Wen Songtao was asking her to cook? Even she herself thought it was a bit impossible. He had grown up being taken care of by others his whole life, how could he possibly go into the kitchen to cook?
"Grandpa, have a glass of milk and a little snack to tide you over. The meal will be ready soon—"
The old man beamed with delight when he saw the pastries Jiang Qiao brought out. "You little rascal, you're really something! You even managed to get crab shell pastries. I'll have to have a good taste of them; it's been a while since I've had any."
Wen Songtao seemed to have rediscovered the feeling of being a boss back in the day, eating and drinking milk, looking absolutely delightful.
Jiang Qiao quickly brought the food up.
"Grandpa, you should eat some rice. This milk is just to lubricate your intestines. When it comes to being full, proper meals are still the best option."
Looking at the bright green pickled vegetables and the oily mushroom pickled vegetables, the old man's mouth watered, and he quickly took a bite.
"Oh, this is delicious, girl. Take some over to your father later. You can't find these things like this at this time of year. Don't tell me you bought them because you can't buy them."
Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "You may not be able to buy it, but I might be able to."
Seeing the old man's expression, it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel a pang of sadness. Her maternal grandfather was quite a figure back in the day, having seen all sorts of things and tasted all sorts of good food.
Now that the dragon is trapped in shallow waters, she feels that life is really unbearable. Who would have thought that the once glorious person would now be struggling to make ends meet?
"Grandpa, if you're unhappy, why don't you leave?"
This one sentence made Wen Songtao pause, but the old man continued eating as if nothing had happened.
"Joe, do you know what you just said?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Grandpa, don't worry about what I mean. As long as you can understand me, that's fine. Even though I'm young, I've been through a lot."
Sometimes, you have to tell yourself to think more positively. There's no hurdle you can't overcome. I was worried I'd be forced into being a child bride, but look at me now, I'm still free and independent. So, as they say, a tree dies if transplanted, but a person thrives; it all depends on your mindset.
The old man sighed, "We're too old. We have the will but not the strength. We don't want to make a fuss anymore. If we're going to die, we'll die on this land. I only like people with black hair and yellow skin. I don't like those blond people."
Jiang Qiao chuckled and placed a red bean bun on the old man's plate. "Grandpa, I didn't realize you were so patriotic."
Wen Songtao smiled and said, "I don't dare to make such a big statement about patriotism, but I feel that I am a native Chinese. This is my root. Without my roots, do you think your grandfather could live a comfortable and fulfilling life?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and lowered her head. After a moment of contemplation, she understood why the old man had come. Now that she had a good understanding of his situation, things would be much easier.
Then, with a serious expression, he looked at Wen Songtao and said, "Grandpa, since you like seeing black hair, why don't you move to a different place, change your name and surname, and we won't get involved in anything? We'll just enjoy your old age in peace and quiet. What do you think?"
This time, Wen Songtao was no longer calm; his surprise was far greater than it appeared on his face.
He never expected that the person who could guess his thoughts was this little girl in front of him, a girl who hadn't even come of age yet.
He then remarked with emotion, "No wonder we get along so well. Ever since you were little, you've always been different from others when you see me. Qiao'er, tell Grandpa what you're thinking?"
Jiang Qiao smiled faintly, took a sip of porridge, and said slowly, "If you want to leave, you should hurry up and do it. Of course, once you're out, don't think about this place unless everything is settled. If you don't want to leave, we can find a remote place. Although life there won't be convenient, as long as you can guarantee freedom and safety, that's fine."
Grandpa, to be honest, I think you and Grandpa are just an appetizer now. It's hard to say what will happen in the future. My grandpa can't do it anymore, but you can still manage things. Of course, this matter must be kept secret. Everyone knows where you went, so you can figure it out yourself.
"Eat, eat. I have to go to the hospital in a bit, Grandpa. I've already put your lunch in the pot. Eat at home by yourself. Don't rush off. Some things aren't as simple as you think. Just stay here and wait for my mom to come back. I'm leaving now."
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he quickly packed his things and left. The old man sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), sometimes sighing and shaking his head, sometimes laughing uncontrollably.
He never expected that the person who understood him best was not his own child, nor his spouse, but rather a child who had not yet grown up.
Jiang Qiao didn't care what the old man thought after she left. Now that she had accepted the marriage, she had to find a way to protect this family. She didn't care about anyone else, just the old man and her mother.
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