Chapter 84: Familiar Recipe (Updated)

After retiring, Mr. Wang contracted a piece of farmland and vowed to take the people as his responsibility and work hard to research new varieties of vegetables. Unfortunately, due to Alzheimer's disease, the research results were forgotten again and again. Later, Mr. Wang recognized the reality, gave up his dream at that time, and planted some simple fruits and vegetables instead. Almost every month, some were sent to the Wang family villa.

This time, when he heard that his grandson was participating in the activities of the neighboring school, Mr. Wang picked the oranges that Wang Ling loved to eat when he was a child and came, but he still made a mistake in the process of carrying the oranges on the tricycle.

At dinner, the old man showed off his skills as a star chef for many years.

Appetizers, cold-mixed old tomatoes, Eliza sweet potatoes...

Main dishes, pure black fighting chicken, braised ear roots in sauce, honey winter melon soup...

Desserts, angry bananas...

When the old man solemnly reported the names of these dishes, Wang Ling was basically certain who the old man's master was... Even if it wasn't Juan Ma, he must have had an affair with Juan Ma!

...

In the past, when the old man came to the Wang family, he would usually leave on his tricycle early the next morning, but this time, Wang's father forced the old man to stay a few more days during dinner. The reason was simple... Because the old man's Alzheimer's disease had reached the point where it had to be treated... When the old man was cooking, he actually forgot to add salt!

This time, even the old man was completely annoyed. He had just said that even if he forgot everyone, he would not forget how to cook the dishes... But he didn't expect that he would kill himself with a mouthful of milk.

It was obvious that the old man's Alzheimer's disease was already terminal. Last month, Wang's father actually took the old man to the hospital. The doctor said that the old man's Alzheimer's disease is very special and it is not feasible to treat it with drugs alone. Mental illness needs to be treated with mental medicine.

So this time, Wang's father kept the old man Wang and planned to find a powerful psychologist to give the old man a thorough psychological counseling.

Then...

On the morning of the next day, Sunday, another person came to the Wang family villa... Lie Mengmeng came.

Facing the old man Wang, Lie Mengmeng took a deep breath, and her frail body trembled a little, and then looked at Wang's father deeply: "Is this the... life event you told me?"

"Didn't you study psychology in college, and you are a graduate student under Professor Jiang." Wang's father said.

"...But I haven't seen anyone for a long time." Lie Mengmeng looked a little innocent. There are many psychologists on the market now, but most of them are part-time, because this job is not only not enough to eat in the era of cultivation, but also a high-risk occupation. There have been many psychologists who were killed by patients shouting that they are not sick, and then hacked to death with a sword.

So after graduating from university, Lie Mengmeng changed her job to become an editor. At least, this job doesn't require frequent exposure, and you can earn money just by sitting...

Aside, Wang's mother smoothed things over: "How about... forget it? This is too difficult for Xiao Song."

Wang's father turned his head shamelessly: "I don't care! You have to read it today, whether you want to or not! Otherwise... I will stop updating! Quit the site!"

"Don't!"

Lie Mengmeng was about to cry, with tears in her eyes: "I'll read it! Isn't it okay for me to read it!"

There are many authors who cling to editors these days, but this is the first time I've seen someone threaten an editor with updating or quitting the site. Lie Mengmeng wanted to cry but had no tears. If she angered the great Wang Situ away, she would lose her job!

Although Lie Mengmeng has retired from the psychology field for many years, she still has some understanding of the concept of Alzheimer's disease. However, the dementia caused by mental illness in the case of Mr. Wang is quite special. After thinking about it, Lie Mengmeng decided to ask a few questions to judge the extent of Mr. Wang's dementia...

"My name is Song Zikai. Grandpa Wang can call me Xiao Song." Lie Mengmeng looked at the old man and said.

The old man didn't know who Lie Mengmeng was, but he knew that this was the psychologist hired by Wang's father. He was still a little nervous. Even when he heard Lie Mengmeng speak so softly, his hands couldn't help shaking.

"Grandpa Wang, don't be nervous. I'll ask you a simple question."

The old man paused in his heart: "What... Xiao Song, can I ask you a question first?"

"Well, Grandpa Wang, go ahead." Lie Mengmeng nodded.

Grandpa Wang: "They all say that my Alzheimer's disease is very serious. Is it true?"

Lie Mengmeng: "You have to ask questions to find out."

Grandpa Wang: "I have another question..."

Lie Mengmeng: "Grandpa Wang said..."

Grandpa Wang: "They all say that my Alzheimer's disease is very serious. Is it true?"

Lie Mengmeng, Wang's father, Wang's mother: "..."

Okay! No need to ask, this is not serious at all... It's just that he is terminally ill!

Upstairs, Wang Ling couldn't help but cover his face, and at the same time he sighed deeply in his heart... I always feel that if Grandpa Wang hasn't cured it yet, Lie Mengmeng may go crazy first.

In the end, Lie Mengmeng was kept by Wang's father until noon when Grandpa Wang had lunch without salt. Before leaving, the old man sent Lie Mengmeng to the door and held Lie Mengmeng's hand tightly: "I'm really sorry to bother Dr. Song!"

"Grandpa, you're welcome..." During the meal, the old man kept asking the same question repeatedly, and Lie Mengmeng has not recovered until now.

"How is my dad?" Father Wang pulled Lie Mengmeng aside and asked.

"I just made some simple records. Grandpa Wang's Alzheimer's disease is quite complicated, and there are some details that need to be confirmed with the teacher..." Lie Mengmeng's words were very vague. Since graduating from college, except for sending group text messages to Professor Jiang during the holidays, they have not seen each other for a long time. Who knows if Professor Jiang still remembers his student?

"That's really troublesome for you!" said Wang's father.

"If you want to thank me, update me more!" Lie Mengmeng rolled her eyes and said unhappily.

...

Today, the Wang family's small villa seemed to be particularly busy. Lie Mengmeng had just left when a man in a black suit came to the door of the villa with a small box in his hand, looking serious.

It was the SF Express deliveryman who came. Wang Ling sensed the courier's presence from a distance and came to the door early to wait.

When the man saw the recipient coming, he immediately handed the package to Wang Ling with both hands, and then bowed and saluted: "SF Express is a great delivery! Mission accomplished! Please give me a five-star rating!"

Wang Ling lowered his head, very silent, just signed.

The man took out a rating device from his suit pocket: "According to your consumption preferences, if you give a five-star rating now, you will immediately receive ten bags of Little Raccoon instant noodles!"

Wang Ling's eyes lit up immediately.