Chapter 716 - Mooncake (2)

"It's that serious?" Stephanie could not believe it. "I can just say that my grandpa is sick. Isn't that enough?"

"But who bought underwear, shoes, socks, and a bed for patients?" the assistant retorted.

Stephanie was at a loss for words.

"It's all my fault. I was in such a hurry, so I just went out with a mask, and then being recognized by others. Otherwise, this wouldn't have happened..." "I'm sorry," the assistant said anxiously.

"How can I blame you? It is all because I took an extra bowl in my photo shoot today." "It's fine. At most, I'll admit it. I'll break up in a few days. It's not a big deal," Stephanie comforted her.

"Don't. Let's wait for the company to decide." The assistant advised her a bit more before hanging up.

Stephanie held her phone and was worried for a moment. But on her second thought, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival once a year, there was no way she could let it affect her holiday mood.

She threw her phone on the bed, hooked a sun hat on the wall and was going next door to look for grandpa, who usually patrolling in the field in the afternoon.

"Grandpa," Stephanie went to knock on the door and found that Mr. Spencer was not there. She went to the next room again. That man was not there either. She looked at the folded air-conditioning quilt on the bed and muttered, "He used to be a soldier? How could he make the quilt so neatly?"

She came out in a few steps. After walking through a long path, she finally saw her grandpa, who was sprinkling crops on the ground. She rolled up her long skirt and said, "Grandpa, I will help you."

"No need, just stay up there." Mr. Spencer wiped the sweat off his face.

"What is this?" Stephanie asked.

"Corn." "I know you like to eat corn, and I don't trust the sanitary conditions of the corn sold in the market, so I planted two rows of them for you. It's enough for you to eat."

Stephanie smiled and shouted with her hands outstretched, "Grandpa, I love you."

"Grow up! Go, go, go, go over there." His face turned red, "Move, move, move."

"No, I'll stay here and look at you." Stephanie squatted there, holding her face and staring at him, "Who would work in the fields on such a special day?" She looked around, "By the way, where is your patient?"

"That boy went to catch fish."

"Catching fish? Where?" She stood up and took a look.

"Just behind, all the way back, there's a river." "You can go and take a look." Spencer pointed to the path.

"OK." She took a few steps towards the small path and turned back to look at her grandfather. Mr. Spencer was still working with his head down, but the smile on his face was still there. He smiled so much that his teeth could not be seen.

Stephanie couldn't help but laugh.

The small river in her memory was located at the back of the village. When Stephanie arrived there, she saw that silly boy standing in the water. He had taken off his shirt and trousers and was wearing nothing but boxers. Stephanie walked over and only saw his back. Just as she was about to turn around, she suddenly remembered something and looked back, just in time to see him turn and bare his chest.

What kind of skin was that? She couldn't tell if it was a scald or a burn wound, the skin was all glued together, forming ugly wrinkles and dense tree-like lines all over the body.

He grabbed a fish with one hand and threw it into the bucket on the shore. When he looked up, he saw Stephanie. He stared at her for a second. A moment later, he turned around and continued to touch the fish under the water.

He probably felt embarrassed being spotted by her.

Stephanie did not walk over. She turned around and left. As she walked along the small path, she suddenly thought of Harold, the assistant of Emily who died in the car accident. When he died, was his body also like that person just now ... covered with ugly wrinkles and scars?

It must be very painful.

Stephanie suddenly remembered the scene of him picking up his clothes and saying to her, "You've seen me, and I'll see you. We're even." She suddenly smiled, but her eyes were wet.

"Why did you put the moon cake here?" "Why didn't you bring it to the table?" Mr. Spencer asked, pointing to the plate of moon cakes by the water well.

"Well, for a friend," Stephanie said, taking a sip of the fish soup.

"Friend? What kind of friend? Male or female?" Mr. Spencer asked.

"You know him. It's Emily's assistant," Stephanie said.

As soon as this was said, grandpa was silent for a moment.

Harold looked up at Stephanie without speaking.

"What, you mean Harold?" Mr. Spencer looked at Harold in surprise, thinking that Stephanie knew that he was still alive.

"You still remember him?" Stephanie asked.

"Of course I remember." Mr. Spencer looked at Harold and said slowly, "You're giving him the moon cake?"

She nodded.

Mr. Spencer looked at Harold and asked Stephanie, "Why didn't you give it to him in person?"

Stephanie, "What?"

"I mean..." Mr. Spencer looked at Harold on the side and wanted to say that she could give it to him right away.

"Oh," Stephanie said, "You mean carrying these moon cakes to the cemetery."

Mr. Spencer did not answer.

"I only have one day to accompany you. It won't be enough to go back and forth to the cemetery. Maybe next time." After Stephanie finished the fish soup, she said to Harold, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it today."

After that, she went to the kitchen to clean up.

Mr. Spencer glanced at Harold and asked, "Why did she apologize to you?"

Harold shook his head, but his eyes fell on the moon cakes next to the well. Then he walked over, gently picked up a piece of them and took a bite.

Then Stephanie came out and happened to see him eating moon cakes by the well.

Mr. Spencer thought to himself, "She can definitely tell it now!"

Unexpectedly, she looked at Harold in confusion and said, "Isn't there on the table? Never mind. Go on."

As she spoke, she took another piece of moon cake from the box and placed it on the plate.

Watching all this, Mr. Spencer did not say anything,

Only thought to himself, 'What an innocent granddaughter I have.'