Chapter: 551

Yu Qingqing killed the small piece of red sausage in two mouthfuls, and let out a sigh of relief.

The taste of red sausage is very good, which makes her look forward to the fried rice that will go abroad soon!

When the meal was just finished, Wang Qiang and Wu Liying walked in.

The little princess was eating the red sausage while watching Papa cooking. When Wang Qiang and the two came in, Mengmeng's eyes lit up. She glanced back and forth, left and right, and said:

"Oh, where is Yihan? Uncle Wang, why didn't Yihan come?"

"She's gone to her grandma's house, and she won't be back until two days later." Wang Qiang smiled wryly, remembering the scene last night.

Wang Jiawen and Su Yu wanted to take Wang Yihan to Shenzhen's grandma's house, but the little girl refused to live with her. She wanted to play with Mengmeng here for a few days, but because of her grandma's birthday, even crying didn't work. The helpless Wang Jiawen and Su Yu were taken away.

At this time, after Mengmeng heard the words, her big clear eyes flickered, and her tone was a little disappointed; "Oh."

After finishing speaking, the little princess looked at the red sausage in her hand, and after thinking for a moment, she suddenly said: "Uncle Wang, the red sausage is delicious, you, you, give Yihan some, let her eat it." Try it."

"Oh." Wang Qiang laughed happily, and said: "Thank you Mengmeng, Yihan went to the mainland, and she can't eat it when I take it back. She can only eat it when she comes back, and I can play with you too gone."

"Well... okay." Mengmeng reluctantly nodded.

This scene made others envious!

Soon, the fried rice was set, and Zhang Han sat down with shredded potatoes and cucumbers.

Lunch begins.

At the round dining table, when Zhang Han was moving fast, Sun Dongheng walked in from the outside with red eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? Are you still crying?" Zhao Dahu asked inexplicably upon seeing this.

"No..." Sun Dongheng pursed his lips, looked at Zhang Han, and said in a trembling voice; "Boss, I want to take some meals away."

"Go." Zhang Han nodded and replied.

"Yeah." Sun Dongheng walked towards the counter, took out a disposable lunch box, and wept while filling it.

"What's wrong with you? Have you been bullied? Why didn't your parents come with you?" Zhao Dahu asked again.

The few times I had a good chat with Sun Dongheng, and we are both members of the restaurant, we have known each other for a while now, seeing this very cheerful young man crying, he was very surprised, and he greeted with some concern.

"My dad... he is hospitalized." Sun Dongcheng said sadly.

"What's wrong?"

"Cancer." Sun Dongheng said in a harsh voice.

"hiss!"

"My God! This..."

The complexions of Zhao Dahu and the others changed slightly, and even Zhao Dahu got up and walked to Sun Dongheng's side with a very complicated expression. He patted him on the back lightly and comforted him: "Don't cry now, is it the middle stage or... ..."

"It's the late stage." Sun Dongheng gritted his teeth, wiped away his tears, and said, "I'm going to have chemotherapy in the afternoon. Before that, I want him to eat here again..."

Hearing Sun Dongheng's sad words, people sighed in their hearts again and again. Judging from the communication in the past few days, Sun Mingren is quite good, and it is a pity to have cancer.

Mengmeng listened half-understood, seeing her big brother crying, her expression shrank, she looked at Zhang Han, and whispered: "Baba, big brother is crying so sad, what's wrong with Uncle Sun? Uncle Sun is so nice, how could he get sick? Will he be in pain in the hospital, will he cry? "