Chapter 84: Déjà Vu Menu
Translator:Henyee TranslationsEditor:Henyee Translations
After retiring, Grandfather Wang had rented a piece of farmland, and had vowed to serve the common people by devoting himself to researching new varieties of vegetables. Unfortunately, because of dementia, he would constantly forget his research results. Finally accepting this reality, Grandfather Wang gave up on his earlier dream, and started to plant simple fruits and vegetables instead. Almost every month he would send some to the Wang familys small villa.
This time, when he had heard that his good grandson had participated in a school activity, Grandfather Wang had picked oranges non-stop, as they had been Wang Lings favorite when he was a kid, before coming here, but in the end had still made a confused mistake when loading the oranges into the tricycle cart.
For dinner, the old mans craftsmanship from years of being a star chef was on display.
Appetizers: cold oldtomatoes1and Elizabethpotatoes2
Mains: pure black combatchicken3,er genwith sauce, anddomi4wintermelon soup
Dessert: angry bananas
As the old man solemnly announced the name of each dish, Wang Ling could basically confirm who the old mansshifuwas and even if it wasnt Mother Juan, it was definitely someone connected to her!
Previously, whenever the old man came to visit the Wang family, most of the time, he would leave early the next morning on his little tricycle. This time at dinner, however, Father Wang adamantly insisted that the old man stay for a few more days. The reason was very simple the old mans dementia had reached a point where it had to be treated he had unexpectedly forgotten to add in salt while cooking!
Even the old man had been thoroughly annoyed by this; he had just said before that even if he forgot everyone, he wouldnt forget how to cook who knew that in the end, he had to eat his own words.
It was very clear that the old mans dementia was already terminal. Last month, Father Wang in fact had taken the old man to the hospital. The doctor had said that the old mans dementia was a very unique case, and couldnt be treated with just medication. A mental illness needed mental treatment.
Hence, Father Wang had Grandfather Wang stay back this time, and planned to look for an excellent psychologist to give the old man comprehensive psychological counseling.
Then
The next morning on Sunday, there was yet another visitor to the Wang familys small villa Lie Mengmeng had come.
Facing Grandfather Wang, Lie Mengmeng took a deep breath, his frail body shaking slightly, then he gave Father Wang a deep look: The matter of life and death you were telling me about is this?
Didnt you major in psychology at university? Furthermore, you were even one of Professor Jiangs postgraduate students, Father Wang said.
But its already been a long time since I last saw patients. No one could blame Lie Mengmeng. There were plenty of psychologists in the current market, but most of them were part-timers, because not only didnt this job make them enough to eat in the cultivation era, it was also a high-risk career. There had been quite a number of psychologists who had been killed with swords, by patients screaming that they werent sick.
Hence, after Lie Mengmeng graduated from university, he switched to becoming an editor. At the very least, this job didnt need him to show up regularly, and he could make money just by sitting around, like AoiSola5
Nearby, Mother Wang came to his rescue: How about we just forget it? This is too difficult for Little Song.
Father Wang shamelessly turned away: I dont care! You have to take a look today, even if you dont want to. Otherwise Ill stop updating! Quit the website!
Dont!
Lie Mengmeng was about to cry, his eyes full of tears: Ill take a look! Ill do it, alright?!
These days, there were plenty of authors who wanted to hug the thighs of editors; it was the first time that Lie Mengmeng had seen one use the ultimatum of no longer updating and quitting the website to threaten the editor instead. Lie Mengmeng wanted to cry but had no tears left. If he drove Wang Situ away, he would lose his job!
Despite having left psychology behind for many years, Lie Mengmeng still had some understanding of the concept of dementia. But because Grandfather Wangs case was more unique, as his dementia was caused by mental illness, after some consideration, Lie Mengmeng decided to ask him a few questions to assess how far the old mans dementia had progressed
My name is Song Zikai. Grandfather Wang, you can call me Little Song, Lie Mengmeng said, looking at Grandfather Wang.
The old man didnt know who Lie Mengmeng was, but knew that this was the psychologist whom Father Wang had invited for his benefit, so he was still a little nervous. He couldnt help that his hands shook, even just at hearing Lie Mengmeng this soft andmengperson speak.
Grandfather Wang, dont be nervous. Im going to ask you a few simple questions.
The old man paused: That Little Songah, can I first ask you a question?
Mmm Grandfather Wang, askba. Lie Mengmeng nodded.
Grandfather Wang: They all say that my dementia is very serious, is that true?
Lie Mengmeng: Ill only know after Ive asked you a few questions.
Grandfather Wang: I have another question
Lie Mengmeng: Grandfather Wang, say it
Grandfather Wang: They all say that my dementia is very serious, is that true?
Lie Mengmeng, Father Wang, and Mother Wang:
Okay! No need to ask anymore, this wasnt just serious it was f**king incurable!
Upstairs, Wang Ling couldnt help covering his face, and at the same time, he sighed deeply in his heart for some reason, he felt that Lie Mengmeng might go crazy before Grandfather Wang could be cured.
In the end, Father Wang made Lie Mengmeng stay back for lunch to eat the food which Grandfather Wang had forgotten to add salt to before leaving. As he was about to leave, the old man saw Lie Mengmeng off at the door, and grasped his hands firmly: I have really troubled Doctor Song!
Grandfather, its no problem When they had been eating, the old man had kept asking the same question, and Lie Mengmeng hadnt fully recovered from the experience yet.
Hows my dad? Father Wang dragged Lie Mengmeng aside to ask him.
I just took some simple notes earlier. Grandfather Wangs case is rather complicated, and there are some details I need to confirm with my teacher What Lie Mengmeng was saying were all empty words. Since graduation, apart from sending broadcast messages during the New Year and other festivals, it had in fact been a very long time since he had last seen Professor Jiang. Who the hell knew if Professor Jiang still remembered him, this student?
Then I really will have to trouble you! Father Wang said.
If you really want to thank me, hurry up and update more! Lie Mengmeng rolled his eyes and said grouchily.
Today, the Wang familys small villa seemed particularly busy. As soon as Lie Mengmeng left, a young man with a solemn face and wearing a black suit showed up at the front door of the villa, holding a small box.
It was an employee from Shun Feng God Express. Wang Ling had sensed the couriers presence from afar, and had already been waiting for him at the door.
When the man saw the recipient, he immediately handed the delivery over to Wang Ling with both hands, and bowed respectfully: Shun Feng God Express! Mission accomplished guarantee! Sir, please be sure to give me a five-star comment!
Wang Ling lowered his head, very quiet, and just signed his name.
The man took out a grading device from his suit pocket: Based on Sirs consumer preferences, if you leave a five-star comment now, you will instantly receive ten packets of Small Raccoon Crispy Noodle Snacks!
Wang Lings eyes lit up at once.