Chapter 55: The Happiness
The more you fear the more things come up, Bruce thought Lindsey’s two brothers were very busy and would not meet so soon.
The first time the food was served, a pickup truck drove into the yard and two dark-skinned, cold-faced men got out. It seems to be about the same age as Warren, so I don’t have to guess who is coming.
The driver was arranged by Warren, naturally recognize the Tankard and Maximus brothers. Lindsey’s mouth was full of food, but she just waved without saying anything.
Tankard and Maximus watched Bruce unobtrusively as they each sat down.
“The sun is beating down on the west side today.” Old Mr. Heard narrowed his eyes, took a shallow sip of the good wine Bruce had brought, and looked displeased: “I didn’t prepare your dinner tonight.”
“Brothers, Grandpa is joking.” Lindsey said, moving quickly to give Bruce two pieces of chicken.
Tankard and Maximus laughed out loud, agilely picked up the bowl and put down the chopsticks as fast as they could in a war.
“Hello two brothers, I’m Bruce.”
“Hello.” Tankard and Maximus returned in unison, without looking at him directly.
Bruce was bewildered, just want to say something, the whole person was shocked by the scene in front of him.
It’s just a meal, why do you want to rob! Old Mr. Heard was even more ruthless, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and protecting the barbecue pork with the other, losing his chopsticks.
The driver was not slow, but it seemed to be the first time he had encountered such a situation, so he was clearly out of the game and only grabbed a few vegetables.
Bruce looked incredulously at the empty plate on the table, his chopsticks were raised in mid-air and he forgot to take them back.
“Slow reaction and slow speed, I’m afraid this disease is not easy to cure.” Tankard burped and stared pitifully at the wine in Old Mr. Heard’s hand and said curtly, “Grandpa, have a sip, it’s good wine.”
“Grandpa, give me a drink too.” Maximus finished his bowl of white rice, picked up the empty glass and moved to Old Mr. Heard’s side: “Just one sip.”
“I’ll decide whether this disease can be cured or not, don’t bluff people.” Old Mr. Heard raised his eyebrows and stared sharply at the two brothers, “The matchmaking thing can’t be delayed any longer.”
Bruce listened in confusion, Tankard’s words were obviously about himself, why Old Mr. Heard could be involved in a blind date.
Tankard and Maximus exchanged glances and said, “I’m so busy with work, I don’t even have time to sleep, so I don’t have time for a blind date.”
“I’m busy too. I’ve been working on a lot of cases lately, and I’ve lost a lot of weight.” Maximus sighed pitifully, and the cup in his hand reached forward again, “Grandpa, consider yourself comforted and consoled by giving a glass of wine to try.”
“The two brothers …” Bruce cried and laughed at the family, just want to say that there is still good wine in the car, but was interrupted by Old Mr. Heard’s middle voice: “Not to mention a sip, even a drop No.”
“Pfft …” Lindsey, who couldn’t hold back her laughter, walked behind Bruce with the bowl and gestured for him to come with her.
Bruce nodded, picked up his bowl in his hand, and controlled his wheelchair to follow her to the backyard. The backyard was a vegetable patch, with a small shed built over the well at the entrance, and a tea table, and a few stools underneath.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
“Wait here, I’ll get your food.” Lindsey put her bowl on the table and turned her head back to the kitchen.
Bruce glanced down at his bowl and helplessly raised his chopsticks. Behind him, various muffled noises kept coming from the kitchen, and when he looked through the curtain, there was a mess of people.
On the way back from the province, Lindsey talked a lot about Old Mr. Heard, and her three brothers. He did have some difficulty accepting Tankard’s comment that his illness was not curable.
Tankard was the first to learn martial arts and medicine with Old Mr. Heard, and the medical skills are not bad. But later decided to go to the military service.
Maximus is a good fighter, but not a good doctor, Old Mr. Heard had no choice but to agree to let him go too.
Warren is the three brothers, the most intelligent one, but also the most reticent. He did not say much, even though a good medical skills, but not like a doctor, more like a killer.
Seeing the three grandchildren have gone into the military, the remaining Lindsey, Old Mr. Heardt could not let her go to suffer.
At first, only taught her some self-defense kung fu, but who knows the other three have nothing to do will teach her to fight, one after another, actually also developed a skill.
Old Mr. Heard mouth does not say, the heart is still very worried, fortunately Lindsey did not go to military service, but choose to study medicine.
The fact that he had met Lindsey seemed to have been arranged in the dark.
“What’s on your mind?” Lindsey put down the plate in her hand, smiled and sat down in her seat, and nudged towards the kitchen: “They are like this as soon as they meet, you get used to it after seeing more.”
Bruce couldn’t help but smile at his words, “Your family has such strange rules for eating.”
“Quick hands, slow hands. Grandpa started out just training our reflexes, and over time it became like this.” Lindsey picked up the bowl and said with a smile, “Scared?”
“Not really.” Bruce picked up his own bowl and ate it in a gentle manner.
Lindsey saw this and gradually settled down.
It seems that Bruce has a good ability to withstand stimuli, and he didn’t ask questions even after his big brother said that about him. The next substantial treatment, should not be a big problem.
The moon has climbed halfway up the mountain, and the breeze is blowing gently.
Lindsey cleaned up to wash dishes, Bruce left alone in the backyard to rest for a moment, listening to the movement in the kitchen rested, slowly control the wheelchair slide back.
Lindsey was the only one in the kitchen, Tankard, Maximus, the driver and Old Mr. Heard were all gone, the car was still parked in the yard.
“Take a break outside while I finish packing and take you to your room.” Lindsey turned around and continued washing dishes.
Bruce nodded with a smile, but didn’t move.
When she was still in B City, facing the huge wealth and power of The Grant family, Lindsey was still unassuming, and her demeanor was so generous that she couldn’t see the slightest discomfort.
Now that she is back in Samuel Town, she is doing everything herself, and she does not see her dissatisfaction or complaints. The so-called pampering is not surprised, it is probably so.
When he thought of his own lack of satisfaction, he suddenly felt ashamed of himself.
When he was thinking about it, Tankard suddenly appeared at the kitchen door, and waved at him without distinguishing between joy and anger.
Bruce reacted by quietly glancing sideways at Lindsey and sliding his wheelchair out with a feigned calmness.
Under the grape arbor in the courtyard, Old Mr. Heard was reclining in a recliner with his eyes narrowed, wondering what he was thinking. It was Maximus who suddenly sank his face and asked in a chilling tone, “Do you like Lindsey!”