"Why did you call me early in the morning?"

The old man was also a little surprised.

In her impression, if she remembered correctly, her grandson seemed to have never called her at such an early time.

......

"grandmother......"

The young man's mouth was grinning, "I thought you couldn't hear this call..."

......

The young man quickly climbed up to the third floor and was about to reach out to knock on the door, but found that the door was covered.

I knew that this was the door that the old man had left for him.

He pushed open the door.

It wasn't surprising that I didn't see anyone in the living room.

He walked towards the balcony with familiarity.

Sure enough, the old man was holding a kettle to water the flowers, and from time to time he carefully fiddled with the petals and leaves with his hands.

He looked gentle and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

......

"grandmother."

The young man spoke.

"Xiao Yi."

The old man turned around and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched out, "It's here so soon."

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

The old man put down the kettle and walked towards the young man.

"have eaten."

The young man nodded.

"Then drink a bowl of mung bean soup."

The old man smiled, "You are here today."

"Merry grandma just cooked mung bean soup yesterday."

"Grandma also made mung bean cake."

"Eat some."

"Grandma made the mung bean cake this time very well."

......

The old man was talking nonsense.

When she received a call from her grandson before, she put the mung bean soup on the dining table.

There is also a large plate of mung bean cake.

As a boy, he has a big appetite.

......

Seeing that the old man had reached out to serve mung bean soup for him, the young man smiled bitterly, "Grandma."

He hasn't had the chance to say something since he entered the house.

Except for the phrase "Grandma."

"Um?"

The old man handed the young man a bowl of mung bean soup full of, smiling, "Here."

"Be careful not to spill it out."

"Why."

Young man carefully holding the bowl with his hands.

Then don't put so much in it.

He lowered his head and took a big sip of mung bean soup.

The expression on the face is stretched.

Seeing this, the old man smiled deeply, "Is it delicious?"

"Um."

The young man nodded.

Ice and sweet.

Drink a bowl in the summer to make your body and mind feel comfortable.

He didn't want a spoon either, so he solved a bowl of mung bean soup in just a few seconds.

"Drink slowly."

The old man smiled and shook his head, "Be careful to choke."

"Do you still want it?"

"Grandma will serve you another bowl."

"want."

The young man responded subconsciously.

Immediately remembered the purpose of my coming here, and hurriedly said, "Grandma-"

“Try mung bean cakes too.”

The old man was holding mung bean cakes quickly while reminding the young man.

"Ah, oh."

The young man took a piece of mung bean cake in his hand.

Then, he smiled bitterly, "Grandma."

"Um?"

Seeing the young man holding mung bean cake in his hand, the old man put a bowl full of mung bean soup on the table in front of the young man.

"What's up?"

"Eat."

Seeing that the young man was just holding mung bean cake but didn't look like he was eating, the old man urged him.

The young man looked at the mung bean cake and then at the old man with anticipation.

"Um~"

He took a big bite of mung bean cake.

The rich and cool mung bean aroma spreads in the mouth.

Sweet but not greasy, melts in your mouth.

Grandma's skills in making mung bean cakes are as always.

No, it seems to be going to a higher level?

The young man is not very sure.

......

"Is it tasty?"

The old man asked with a smile.

"tasty."

The young man ate the remaining mung bean cake in his hand again, and his voice became a little vague, "The mung bean cake made by grandma is the best."

The old man smiled, "You kid, you will say something nice to make grandma happy."

“Where is it?”

The young man complained about himself, "I tell the truth."

The old man smiled happier.

"Tell me."

"ah?"
To be continued...