Shanghai Stock Exchange, People's Hospital Inpatient Department.

Xia Ge walked quickly to grandpa Xia Guangshou's ward with a small bag on his back.

The smell of the disinfectant in the hospital made Xia Ge feel very uncomfortable. He hates going to the hospital the most in his life, especially in the hospital, where he always sees many separations of life and death.

I came to the 10th floor of the inpatient department, Ward 101. This is not a special care ward, and Lao Xia’s family is not wealthy. There are other people in the ward.

After Xia Ge entered, he saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and an infusion tube was inserted into the blue veins on his wrist.

The old man was very sensitive. Xia Ge saw that he was approaching and was picking up the pastry that Xia Dad asked him to bring in his backpack. Xia Guangshou woke up.

"Little pigeon, you are here." Xia Guangshou's voice was a little hoarse, his tone was not high, and it was accompanied by the rippling and asthma sound.

Xia Ge put down the food box, stepped forward and held grandpa's left hand, and said, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm in good health. It's your Aunt Chen who insists that I be hospitalized. Since you are here, I'll take me out of the hospital later." Xia Guangshou said as he glanced at the nanny aunt Chen Hong, who was standing silently beside him.

When I heard my grandfather call him a little pigeon, my thoughts were pulled back more than ten years ago.

Grandpa called himself that way back then, but at that time, grandpa was in good health and he ran in front, so grandpa could follow him.

Now my grandfather can only sit in a wheelchair, and his breathing is always rippling and tearing due to asthma. He always makes a torn sound like a worn bellows, which is already overwhelmed.

He was feeling a little depressed, and Xia Ge quickly took out the pastry made by his father, and a smile appeared on his face and said, "Grandpa, I will ask the doctor later. It's noon, you have nothing to eat. This is the rose cake made by his father, Shaqima, Yunyuan, Babao cake..."

As he said that, he took out an eight-treasure cake and handed it to his grandfather.

Xia Guangshou took the pastry with a trembling hand. After carefully looking, he shook his head and said, "Your father's craftsmanship has not improved. It is the same as before, it has no luster and no fragrance. He is not this piece of material."

Babao Cake is a palace pastry. After countless improvements by the ancestors of the Xia family, the main dough of the pastry must be rubbed more than a thousand times by hand. It looks hard and shiny, but it tastes crispy and delicious when bitten.

The old man took a bite and nodded, "No, the best dried fruits are the sweetness of dates, the sourness of dried apricots, and the fragrance of figs. Your father doesn't look good, and the taste is OK."

There are eight kinds of dried fruits in Babao Cake. It is a technical job to want to use fire to taste without scenting. Xia Dad obviously also got the true teachings.

Xia Ge smiled. He didn't know how to make pastries. When he was a child, his grandfather often made them for him. Before he came, he had eaten what his father made. Compared to his grandfather's level, he was almost at a loss.

However, my grandfather is in his eighties and has been away from the kitchen for many years. He has no smell of smoke due to asthma.

After eating the pastry, Xia Guangshou's eyes were filled with memories and pity, and finally became firm again. He looked at Xia Ge and said, "Please accompany grandpa around the Shanghai Stock Exchange in the afternoon. Your grandpa is now living one day."

Xia Ge hurriedly comforted: "Grandpa will live for a hundred years."

The grandfather and grandson talked a few more interesting stories about childhood, and Xia Ge went to ask the doctor if he could be discharged from the hospital.

The doctor did not stop him, just saying that the old man must not catch a cold in winter. Otherwise, the person might be gone.

Every winter is like the death talisman of countless elderly people. Many elderly people cannot survive in winter.

Xia Ge nodded repeatedly, Aunt Chen also prepared a hat. After grandpa went outside, he would wear it in full arms. Even his hands would not be exposed to the air.

Thinking of not going out for a long time with my grandfather and thinking of her health, Xia Ge went to buy a power bank and a selfie stick.

He is preparing for a live broadcast, mainly because he also wants to save the scenes of himself and his grandfather playing forever. Dousha Live is automatically uploaded, and he will have a thought in the future.

In addition, the fans have been urging him to be the best in the King of the World live broadcast. Now, 14 days have passed, and he has just been on the tail of the King of the World. There are more than 190 people in front of him.

If you want to accompany your grandfather, you can't blame yourself for letting your friends go.

He had another nickname yesterday, because he went to meet Chen Dongdong and the others, and the live broadcast was several hours late. Many water friends called him Xia Gezi.

Grandpa called him Xiao Gezi because he was quiet when he was a child and liked to squat in the square to watch the pigeons fly. He didn't want his water friends to call him Xia Gezi in the future.

If you can broadcast live, it won’t be considered as playing pigeons!

Thinking of this, all the equipment is already equipped.

Finally discharged from the hospital in the afternoon. Aunt Chen took the things home, and Xia Ge pushed the wheelchair and walked slowly on the street with her grandfather.

The selfie stick was held by his grandfather, and he was also very happy to see the scene of himself and his grandson appearing on the screen of his mobile phone.

I learned that this was a live broadcast and that there were tens of thousands of people watching them. I was even happier, and I said to the audience in the live broadcast room like an old naughty boy:

"Hello everyone, I am Xia Ge's grandfather. Today we will take you to have a good look in the Shanghai Stock Exchange. Thank you for supporting our little pigeon."

The barrage exploded directly.

"Little pigeon! Hahaha, it turns out that the anchor's nickname is pigeon. Sure enough, it was not an accident to release our pigeon, but he was like this."

"The anchor is about to go home and play games, and he will fall from the King's rank later."

"I like to watch the interaction between grandpa and Xia Ge feels very warm. I haven't seen my grandpa for a long time and suddenly miss him."

The live broadcast room soon accepted Xia Ge's outdoor live broadcast. Anyone who really followed Xia Ge knew that his live broadcast was very inappropriate.

The appearance area is playing games again, and the most speechless thing is that it often broadcasts live typing.

What Xia Guangshou wants to go to today is the Old Street of the Modu City, this ancient street.

After coming to the old street, it seemed like I had returned to the prosperous market in the Magic City a hundred years ago. In history, the earliest batch of money shops in the Magic City, gold shops, silver houses, teahouses, and theaters were here.

The original style is still preserved here, and it is now a well-known scenic spot in the Magic City.

The grandfather and grandson were joking while walking, and the live broadcast mobile phone was caught in a wheelchair without the need to hold it up by the old man. The two of them almost forgot about the live broadcast.

They discussed the snacks and operas they had eaten in the old street when they were young.

Suddenly the old man stood in front of an ancient building and stopped.

Xia Ge looked up and saw that he had never been here before. In his memory, he had never even been to this street. Every time he came to the old street, his grandfather seemed to deliberately avoid this place.

"Tianzi No. 1 Royal Kitchen!" The name is very domineering, as if it is a private restaurant.

"Little pigeon, do you know why I never took you on this street?" Xia Guangshou looked at the ancient building with complicated eyes and said slowly.

"Did you work here before?" Xia Ge guessed.

Xia Ge's ancestors heard that he was an imperial chef, so his grandfather's cooking skills were naturally top-notch. It was not surprising that he helped in other people's restaurants when he was young.

My grandfather hid in this store like this, maybe he might have had conflicts with the boss when he was young.

"Haha, it's not about working. This shop is ours. This big yard is half a street!" Xia Guangshou's eyes were a little red, and his voice trembled and he said the secret.

"What!" Xia Ge was shocked.

This street is a golden location, and these yards are probably not worth buying for billions. I couldn't help but lean on it, could he be the hidden wealthy three generations?
Chapter completed!