As soon as Jiangmen Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she was paranoid that the prince had come to steal her

After all this rambling, the old lady had forgotten what the original intention of bringing Xie Jiajia back was.

But the hand holding Xie Jiajia's sleeve never let go.

In the embroidery shop, she repeated "I obviously like cyan".

Now he starts repeating "I obviously like steamed buns, meat buns".

The servants all know that the "Mingming" the old lady refers to is General Xuanming, and they are used to whatever the old lady says and don't feel embarrassed.

But facing Xie Jiajia, an "outsider", the old lady kept shouting clearly and clearly, which made people feel a little embarrassed.

However, Xie Jiajia smiled brightly and was not embarrassed at all. She also asked whether she liked pure meat fillings or what kind of meat fillings, which stopped the old man.

The old lady thought for a long time and said blankly: "I forgot what to do, so how can I cook for Mingming? What should I do..."

She was so anxious that she started to cry.

The servants on the left and right were frightened and rushed forward to comfort him.

Xie Jiajia said with a smile: "We can make a little of all kinds of meat fillings, so that he can still eat what he likes."

"Makes sense."

The old lady nodded, "Then let's do it now."

She stood up tremblingly, "Kitchen, where is the kitchen?"

Xie Jiajia also stood up and held her arm: "I don't know either, but we can ask the servants to take us there."

"Okay."

The old lady looked happy.

But the servant who accompanied him was very frightened.

One said: "It's not easy for the old lady to go to the kitchen."

There are many people and things in the kitchen. Who can afford it if there is a slight bump?

Xie Jiajia said: "It's okay, otherwise the old lady won't be happy, just be careful."

"Yes, I can. I can make steamed buns for Mingming. I haven't made them for him in a long time." The old lady insisted, and the servant had no choice. Now he didn't even know whether it was a good or bad thing to ask Xie Jiajia to send the old lady back. .

In the end, the servant took the old lady and Xie Jiajia to the kitchen yard.

But it was not brought to the big kitchen of the house, but to the small stove in the side compartment.

Everything in the whole house was kept clean and tidy to prevent the old lady from having any accidents.

Dough and meat fillings were also brought.

The old lady would say that the meat filling was wrong, and that the noodles were too hard. She would always toss it over and over again, which was really a toss-up.

But Xie Jiajia was always very patient, always persuading, coaxing, and accompanying with a smile.

When she was a teenager, her own grandmother also suffered from Alzheimer's disease and was disliked by everyone.

None of the children wanted to take care of him personally, so they paid for a caregiver and left the old man in charge.

However, Xie Jiajia was raised by her grandmother since she was a child, and she and her grandmother have a very good relationship.

As long as she has time, she will always take care of the old man herself. No matter how many times the old man repeats the same sentence over and over, she will not become irritated.

An old man and a young man are making buns.

The old lady disliked Xie Jiajia's ugly bag, and Xie Jiajia smiled and said that she didn't know how to do it, and asked the old lady to teach her.

The old lady started teaching her in a serious and serious manner.

However, she was getting older and her hands were shaking all the time. It was difficult to hold the buns and they were crooked.

But he grabbed Xie Jiajia's hand and taught her seriously.

By the end of the two of them, not a single bun had been wrapped.

But the old lady seemed very happy and spoke like a normal person.

She said: "What are we going to have for dinner? There are no more steamed buns!"

Xie Jiajia smiled and advised: "You can have something else, let the cook do it."

"Cook, cook?" The old lady looked at Xie Jiajia blankly, "Are you the cook?"

"I don't know how to cook." Xie Jiajia's smile is always bright. She is very kind when she smiles, her eyebrows are curved, and her lazy look makes people happy, "But there is another cook in the house." "Obviously Chang Ming You are older, you are capable, she has found a lot of servants to take care of you, look at them, they are all."

The old lady looked back at the group of servants.

The servants nodded in agreement.

The old lady looked at Xie Jiajia again: "Are you a servant too?"

"me?"

Xie Jiajia thought about it and said, "I am Mingming's friend."

We know each other and share the same sorrows. Should we be considered friends?

"Then what's your name?"

"My name is Jiajia."

"Oh." The old lady nodded, "I always forget things. You come to see me often. If I forget you next time, remember to tell me... By the way, this is for you."

She took off an old and cheap-looking plain silver bracelet from her wrist and put it on Xie Jiajia's wrist.

"I recognize this. Next time you come and show me this, I will know that you know someone."

"This is not necessary."

Xie Jiajia returned the bracelet to the old man.

Things that can be remembered by an Alzheimer's patient must be very important.

Even if it seems worthless.

Of course Xie Jiajia couldn't just take it away.

No matter how much the old man insisted this time, Xie Jiajia refused. He promised again and again that he would come see her when he had time.

Outside the door of the kitchen courtyard, Xuan Ming was standing there.

He had just returned from the office and it was already evening.

Xie Jiajia and the old lady were sitting together. Both of them were stained with a lot of flour and looked very embarrassed. However, Xie Jiajia's smile was sincere and the old lady also looked a lot happier.

A servant has already reported what happened this afternoon to Xuan Ming.

He never expected that his mother would meet Xie Jiajia, and that Xie Jiajia would accompany her patiently and make his mother so happy that he even wanted to give her the bracelet.

The bracelet was really worthless, but it was the first time he bought it for his mother with military pay after joining the army, so it was of great significance.

Even though my mother is ill now and can't remember anything else, she still remembers the bracelet.

Xuan Ming's mood was very complicated, and he glanced at Xie Jiajia a few more times.

Xie Jiajia felt that she was being watched, turned around, and met Xuan Ming's eyes.

Xie Jiajia raised her eyebrows and said to the old lady with a smile, "Look, I'm obviously back."

Xuan Ming twitched the corners of his lips and frowned.

The old lady looked back and was very happy: "I'm really back."

She stood up and walked towards Xuan Ming, with Xie Jiajia supporting her beside her.

Xuanming knew that his mother's legs and feet were inconvenient, so he immediately stepped forward to help, "Mom."

"Hey! Why did you come back just now? This..." The old lady pointed to Xie Jiajia beside her, "This is Jiajia. Mom has found a daughter-in-law for you. Please see if you are satisfied with her."

Xie Jiajia and Xuan Ming were silent.

I haven't said "daughter-in-law" once all afternoon, why do you suddenly have a sudden idea now?

This is so embarrassing!

However, Xie Jiajia suddenly stopped being embarrassed when she saw that Xuan Ming was more embarrassed than herself.

The old lady urged: "You are obviously talking, are you satisfied or dissatisfied?"

The corners of Xuanming's lips tightened, and a bit of annoyance flashed through his eyes, but it happened to be facing his sick mother. Naturally, he couldn't have an attack, so he had to be patient and said, "Mom, let me help you go back to rest first."

"You didn't say, I won't go back!" The old lady got into a childish temper.

Xie Jiajia didn't help him, and just watched the fun. (End of chapter)