Are you really that eager to escape from meThis isn't right, it shouldn't be like this!Only he could say "end" between them!A pair of long fingers slid across the check from her hand, swaying it ligh...Since I can remember, my grandfather has always been trying to please my grandmother.

My grandfather, Yu Xingye, said that your grandfather never bowed his head to anyone in his life. He was very tough and everyone was afraid of him.

But I think, I don't think what my grandpa Yu Xing said is reliable.

If my grandfather is really that impressive, how come my grandmother just needs to give him a look and he becomes as obedient as our big golden retriever at home

Besides, have you ever met a really awesome man who cooks like a five-star chef

Since childhood, my grandfather's cooking has been the best in the family, even better than the chef hired by our home.

Grandfather went for a walk with the dog as soon as he woke up. When he came back, he had a bunch of ingredients in his hands.

By the time grandfather was finished cooking in the kitchen that morning, grandmother would be up and there would always be a steaming hot meal laid out on the table. It wasn't always abundant, but it was always warm and inviting.

Grandma's ten fingers never touched the spring water. Even when she was most likely to come into contact with water, it was only in the garden watering the flowers. Grandpa said that Grandma was just fine like this.

I sneakily asked my grandfather, "You get up early every day to cook, three meals a day, and then you go to work. You do this every day, even on legal holidays. Don't you ever get tired"

Grandfather looked at his grandmother in the garden, enjoying her afternoon tea which she had made herself, and smiled like a fool. He said:

"Your grandmother likes it, and I'm happy to do anything. I am willing to spoil her, spoiling her so much that she looks down on other men, so your grandmother will have no time in her life to think about leaving me."

Apart from that, there are other little things.

I only know that my grandfather adored my grandmother, to the point of being "crazy" about her.

I always feel that my grandmother is being overly dramatic. Such a good grandfather, he doesn't remarry with anyone. I told my grandfather this, and my grandfather has never blushed at me before. That time, he slapped my butt hard. My grandfather said, Little bunny, if you ever think about your grandmother like that again, I'll beat you to death.

Your grandmother is the best grandmother in the world.

Remember to be filial to your grandmother in the future.

If you don't respect me, it's fine. But if you disrespect your grandmother, I'll cook you some chestnuts and pork belly.

At that time, I was very wronged. I was speaking up for my grandfather, after all.

Later, I learned about the past between my grandfather and grandmother.

One late night, I was hungry and got out of bed to find something to eat. As I passed by my grandmother's room, the door was slightly ajar. Out of curiosity, I peeked inside, and what I saw almost made me jump.

He held his grandmother's foot in his hands, placing it against his chest.

At that time, I already found it unbelievable. I ran to my dad's bedroom and blurted out, "Is grandpa a pervert I saw him holding grandma's feet. Does grandpa have a foot fetish"

“Your grandfather was warming your grandmother's feet. Your grandmother wasn't feeling well and always had cold hands and feet. Your grandfather felt sorry for her. Just pretend you didn't see it, don't ever tell your grandfather about this.”

"Why"

“Because your grandfather will make you write big characters as a punishment.”

"Dad, how did you know this so well"

"This is a sad story. Now, little deer, your mother and I have important business to attend to."

My grandfather never remarried, and my grandmother never remarried. My childhood memories consist of the daily routines of this couple who were not spouses.

Grandma was a taciturn woman, but whenever she spoke, no one in the family dared to contradict her.

It's not because I'm afraid of my grandmother, but because my grandfather favors her. This is common knowledge in the family.

Children have never really had much of a sense of time. It wasn't until my grandmother passed away that I truly felt it.

When I was eight years old, that year, my grandmother passed away.

That was a day in early spring. As usual, grandma sat under the big tree in the garden, enjoying afternoon tea made by grandpa. Grandma loved that rocking chair most of all; it was placed under the big tree. When she got tired, she would lie down for a little nap.

The grandfather would go and make a thin blanket for his grandmother, calculating the time to wake her up.

But that day, grandfather was never able to wake grandmother again.

The grandmother, swayed by the rocking chair in the gentle breeze, rested peacefully on it amidst the verdant rebirth of all things.

Grandmother had no sudden illness. She peacefully left this world on that spring afternoon.

Left the grandfather.

I will never forget, my once strong grandfather, with tears in his old eyes, sobbing and crying. He crouched for a long time beside Grandma's rocking chair. I will never forget my grandfather's hands, no longer young, tightly gripping Grandma's hand, which was gradually cooling and stiffening. At that moment, my grandfather cried like a child.

Mom and Dad stood at a distance, but they didn't step into this small garden. At the time, I didn't understand. Didn't Mom and Dad feel sad

Later I realized that Mom and Dad were giving Grandfather and Grandmother some private space.f I don't know."The woman gladly accepted the gesture, silently taking the candy from Zhao Zhao's palm. She peeled away the wrapper and popped it into her mouth. The fragrance of roses lingered on her...