After his retirement, Old Man Wang had rented out a piece of farmland and vowed to devote his life to researching new varieties of vegetables for the sake of the common people. Unfortunately, because of Alzheimer's, the results of his research were forgotten again and again. Later, Old Man Wang recognized reality and gave up on his dream of growing some simple fruits and vegetables. Almost every month, he would send some to the Wang family's small villa.
When he heard that his good grandson was participating in a neighboring school activity, Grandfather Wang had immediately picked oranges, which Wang Ling had loved to eat as a child, and had immediately come. But in the end, he had still made a mistake while moving the oranges onto the little three-wheeled motorcycle.
At dinner, the old man showed off his skills as a star chef for many years.
Appetizers: cold old tomatoes, Eliza sweet potatoes …
Main course: pure black battle chicken, braised pig ears in soy sauce, honey wax melon soup …
Dessert: angry bananas …
When the old man announced the list of dishes with a straight face, Wang Ling was basically sure who the old man's shifu was … even if it wasn't Mother Juan, there was definitely something going on with her!
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In the past, when the old man came to the Wang family, he would usually leave early the next morning on his little tricycle. But this time, Father Wang insisted that the old man stay for a few more days at dinner. The reason was very simple … the old man's Alzheimer's had already reached a point where he had to be treated … when the old man was cooking, he had actually forgotten to add salt!
This time, even the old man was thoroughly vexed. He had said before that even if he forgot everyone else, he wouldn't forget how to cook … in the end, he hadn't expected that he would kill himself with one mouthful.
It was very clear that the old man's Alzheimer's was beyond cure. Last month, Father Wang had actually taken the old man to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor had said that the old man's Alzheimer's was very special and couldn't be treated with medicine alone. Mental illness needed mental medicine to treat it.
So this time, Father Wang had Old Man Wang stay, intending to find a skilled psychiatrist to give him a thorough psychological counseling.
Then …
On Sunday morning the next day, another person came to the Wang family's small villa … Lie Mengmeng.
Facing Old Man Wang, Lie Mengmeng took a deep breath, his frail body trembling a little as he gave Father Wang a deep look. "Is this the life event you were talking about?"
"Didn't you study psychology at university? You're even a postgraduate student under Professor Jiang," said Father Wang.
"… But I haven't shown it to anyone in a long time." Lie Mengmeng was a little innocent. There were a lot of psychologists on the market now, but most of them were part-time. This was because in the Cultivation Era, this job not only did not have enough to eat, but it was also a high-risk job. There had been many psychiatrists who were hacked to death by patients who shouted that they were not sick.
Thus, after Lie Mengmeng graduated from university, he switched to becoming an editor. At least this job didn't require him to show his face often. He could earn money just by sitting there like a prostitute …
On the side, Mother Wang tried to smooth things over. "How about … just forget it? This is too difficult for Little Song. "
Father Wang turned his head away shamelessly. "I don't care! Today, you have to watch it, even if you don't want to! Otherwise … I'll stop updating! Stand down! "
"No!"
Lie Mengmeng was on the verge of tears, his eyes filled with tears. "I see! I don't think so! "
Nowadays, there were plenty of authors who hugged the thighs of editors, but this was the first time he had seen someone threaten an editor with updates and stand down. Lie Mengmeng wanted to cry but had no tears. If this guru Wang Situ left in anger, he would lose his job!
Although Lie Mengmeng had retired from the psychological world for many years, he still had some understanding of the concept of Alzheimer's disease. However, Grandfather Wang's Alzheimer's disease, which was caused by a mental illness, was rather special. After thinking about it, Lie Mengmeng decided to ask a few questions first to determine the extent of Grandfather Wang's dementia …
"My name is Song Zikai. Grandfather Wang, you can call me Little Song, "Lie Mengmeng said as he looked at the old man.
The old man didn't know who Lie Mengmeng was, but he knew that this was the psychiatrist Father Wang had hired for him. He was still a little nervous, and his hands couldn't help trembling when he heard someone as soft and cute as Lie Mengmeng speak.
"Grandfather Wang, don't be nervous. I'll ask you a simple question."
The old man's heart skipped a beat. "That … Little Song, can I ask you a question first?"
"Mm, ask away, Grandfather Wang." Lie Mengmeng nodded.
Grandfather Wang: "They all say that my Alzheimer's disease is very serious, is that true?"
Lie Mengmeng: "I won't know until I ask."
Grandfather Wang: "I still have one question …"
Lie Mengmeng: "Grandfather Wang said …"
Grandfather Wang: "They all say that my Alzheimer's disease is very serious, is that true?"
Lie Mengmeng, Father Wang and Mother Wang: "…"
Fine! There was no need to ask, this wasn't serious at all … it was f * * king incurable!
Upstairs, Wang Ling couldn't help covering his face as he heaved a deep sigh in his heart … he felt that before Grandfather Wang could be cured, Lie Mengmeng might go crazy first.
In the end, Father Wang kept Lie Mengmeng there until Grandfather Wang's lunch, which he hadn't added any salt to before he left. Before he left, the old man walked Lie Mengmeng to the door and gripped his hand tightly. "I've really troubled you, Doctor Song!"
"Don't mention it, old man …" During the meal, the old man kept asking the same question over and over again, and Lie Mengmeng still hadn't recovered from it.
"How's my dad?" Father Wang pulled Lie Mengmeng aside and asked.
"I made some simple notes just now. Grandfather Wang's Alzheimer's disease is more complicated, and there are still some details that I need to confirm with my teacher …" Lie Mengmeng's words were very vague. Since graduating from university, apart from sending a group text to Professor Jiang on holidays, it had actually been a very long time since they had seen each other. Who knew if Professor Jiang still remembered him as a student?
"Then I'll really have to trouble you!" Father Wang said.
"If you want to thank me, hurry up and update more!" Lie Mengmeng rolled his eyes and said unhappily.
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The Wang family's small villa seemed to be particularly busy today. As soon as Lie Mengmeng left, a man in a black suit came to the entrance of the villa with a serious expression on his face and a small box in his hands.
It was someone from Shun Feng God Express. Wang Ling had sensed the courier's presence from afar, and had been waiting at the door since early on.
Seeing that the recipient had arrived, the man immediately presented the package to Wang Ling with both hands and then bowed in salute. "Shun Feng God Express! Mission accomplished! Please give me a five-star rating, sir! "
Wang Ling lowered his head and silently signed his name.
The man took out a rating device from his suit pocket. "Based on sir's consumer preferences, if you give me a five-star rating, you will immediately receive ten packets of Little Raccoon crispy noodle snacks!"
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