Chapter 234 - Bring those Kong’s to our torture room (1/2)

FEW DAYS LATER

”Good morning” Holding a basket of fresh fruits and white rose bouquet she entered Zeng Shihong's room in the hospital and greeted him with her chirpy voice and bright sunshine smile. ”What a bright sunny day, isn't it?”

”Ah, my little munchkin! Yes… such a beautiful day it is. I'm enjoying it thoroughly. This hospital is so well constructed, keeping in mind to let the fresh air and light come in”

Watching his lovely granddaughter early in the morning, Zeng Shihong's face lit up. Lu Xion rolled his eyes at this dual treatment. Just a few minutes ago this old man was doing salsa over his head complaining over the dull color of walls, bitter medicines, boring atmosphere, no fun, no play, bland food, harsh sunlight, dirty air, and whatnot.

Despite this is the best hospital of the country and everything is top-notch, but at this old man's demands, Lu Xion has changed many things in the room, including a wall painting, because grandpa complained that he doesn't like the color of the eyes of flying birds in that painting. Can he really saw the color of birds eyes from this distance? He even got a flower vase changed as he wants to keep the flowers that Xiu Mei got for him daily in his favorite antique 16th-century vase….. How lame!

”Good morning, little tomato”

”X, help me set up the breakfast table,” Xiu Mei asked while pruning roses to set them perfectly in the vase and discard the old ones. She checked Mr. Zeng's health watch and Sync it according to the doctor's prescription to timely remind him of medicines. She checked the diffuser and replaced it with fresh Ylang ylang essential oil fragrance. She picked the doctors chart and scanned all the reports with her phone to keep it in her record.

Zeng Shihong was following her every move but hung his head low like he'd been wronged. He knows why she is doing all this.

”C'mon grandpa let's eat breakfast. Hope we'll survive this tomato's cooking” Xion tried to help Mr. Zeng to get up from his bed, but earned a painful smack on his shoulder. ”Shut up you punk! Dare you say anything against her!?”

”But grandpa, she is really a disaster queen when it comes to cooking” He answered it as if it's a universal truth. ”Remember, last time she almost set the house on fire while trying to cook braised pork in the microwave. I mean who does that?”

”That was not my fault. That…. That… that was… that was…”