Song Tan's family is in full swing. Brother Zhang's car is almost smoking. He is full of confidence every day and drives out express delivery one by one.
In the quiet neighborhood of the imperial capital, Lao Zhu was happily putting the 10 cigarettes he had just rolled in the special cigarette case he bought. He excitedly put them in his pockets and prepared to go out with his hands behind his back.
Just then, the phone rang.
His extremely busy son called: "Dad, how are you doing? I just have a day off today, so come and see you."
Lao Zhu is not very happy - his son is just not considerate, rests when he has a rest, and is busy with his own business. He is planning to show off to his old friends!
So he snorted: "Where did you go?"
If you haven't set off yet, don't come.
However, the other party laughed: "Dad, it's just down the mountain."
Lao Zhu:......
He had no choice but to hum and respond, and then returned to the yard.
After thinking about it, he realized that he was his biological son after all, so he started making arrangements again:
"Is there any more white fungus soup? I'll serve you a bowl later."
"The chili sauce burrito I had the day before yesterday was also delicious. Can I still make it now?"
"By the way, where did you put my honey?"
"When Yuntao comes up later, let's make a cup of honey water first."
Finally, he took out his cigarette rolling device, took the tobacco that he had managed to grab, and rolled it up one by one.
Lao Zhu thought to himself, after all, it was his affection for his son - give him ten!
But after rolling five cigarettes, he felt a little reluctant to part with them. The granddaughter said that it took a lot of trouble to replace this thing, and they didn’t have much at all.
As a fellow smoker, he knew how valuable this thing was in their hearts, so he simply put away the cigarette rolling device——
It's not a reluctance to part with anything, it's mainly for the sake of my son's health.
Smoking is harmful to your health.
It doesn't matter that his old man has some convulsions, but his son in his prime cannot be delayed.
After all this tossing, it didn’t take long for my son to go up the mountain.
Lao Zhu's son's name is Zhu Yuntao, and he is usually very busy with his feet off the ground. No, it's rare that he has time, so he quickly goes up the mountain to see his old father.
As soon as he entered the yard, the cool breeze blew, which made his anxious heart calm down.
When they entered the house, they saw Lao Zhu sitting in the living room, with the fan blowing coolly, which was more comfortable than turning on the air conditioner.
Seeing his son come in, Lao Zhu raised his chin and said, "Yuntao, drink this cup of honey water. You just made it."
At this age, who doesn’t know some knowledge about health care? The honey water that Lao Zhu asked someone to brew was warm.
While holding the cup, Zhu Yuntao resisted because of the heat. But as soon as the honey water enters the throat, the cool and sweet honey sweetness spreads densely in the mouth instantly.
With the warm water flowing down your stomach, your whole body seems to be washed from the inside out, making you feel extra smooth.
A thin layer of hot sweat broke out on his body, and his originally slightly anxious heart slowly calmed down.
"This honey is pretty good!"
Lao Zhu slowly frowned.
But Zhu Yuntao didn't notice. He looked at his old father's expression and couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, you've looked so good during this time."
As soon as I sat down, I saw another large bowl of white fungus soup coming from the kitchen.
It was probably not long after I took it out of the refrigerator, and it was still cold to the touch.
Just listen to Lao Zhu's instructions again: "Hurry, drink the white fungus soup."
Zhu Yuntao:......
In other words, why is his father so meticulous and considerate now?
Call him weird for not adapting.
Moreover, I drink honey water first, and then the sweet white fungus soup... Is there anything weird about this?
However, thinking about the good taste of the honey water before, he still picked up the spoon obediently, and then scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
Well!
"This white fungus is really good!"
He put down the bowl and took a closer look. He saw that the white fungus in it was not too much and was torn into fine pieces. However, the gelatin was smooth and thick and tasted particularly good.
"Dad, where did you get this good thing?"
Lao Zhu could no longer hold back: "This is what my eldest granddaughter sent me! Why, didn't I give you the tea and honey before?"
But I still make Lao Zhu feel jealous!
Zhu Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then remembered, and then he couldn't laugh or cry:
"I've put them at home after I sent them. You know we don't lack these things at home. I haven't finished eating the ones I opened before, so they are probably stuffed in the storage room... I didn't expect it tastes so good..."
He only tasted it and was already amazed, thinking that he would have to find out what it said when he went back.
However, this already made Lao Zhu very angry:
"You have no vision! If you don't eat the good food, you'll just put it in the storage room and wait to give birth to cubs!"
"Thanks to my eldest granddaughter being so filial, I sent the things to you first, and my grandfather was at the back!"
Zhu Yuntao:......
He raised his head in confusion: "Okay, why are you angry?" This thing is pretty good, but it won’t break if you leave it alone!
Although he now feels a little regretful when he thinks of the smell...
Lao Zhu punched the cotton, glanced at him, and said no more.
After the son finished the white fungus soup and watched his anxious and excited expression dissipate, the father and son sat down and chatted steadily.
Zhu Yuntao never talks about work matters at home. But we haven’t seen each other for a long time, and there are more or less other things to talk about, such as how my old father’s life is in this nursing home——
His complexion looks pretty good, but as a son of a man, he still wants to hear something more detailed.
Just as he was talking, he saw Lao Zhu take out a very fashionable cigarette case from his pocket, and then took out a slender cigarette without any markings.
His brows twitched: "Dad, you can't smoke more now!"
When Lao Zhu heard this, he became even angrier: "Smoking more?! Do you know how much I save? I now take 10 cigarettes a day! I don't even dare to take half a cigarette!"
There is really too little tobacco, and I feel reluctant to smoke each one.
In the past, he was a heavy smoker and would consume at least two packs of cigarettes a day. Despite repeated orders, he was only reduced to one and a half packs.
Now it's better, 10! It's sad to say it.
Zhu Yuntao's brows jumped, and looking at his father's rosy face, he was willing to believe it. But everyone smokes, so who doesn’t know whom?
Why can't it be changed after decades, but suddenly it's 10 times a day?
besides……
"Where did your cigarette come from? It doesn't look like ours."
Speaking of this, it was Lao Zhu's most proud achievement of the year. At this moment, like a child showing off his treasure, he pushed the five cigarettes he had prepared in advance towards his son:
"Here, you taste it. This is for you."
Zhu Yuntao:......
Not really.
But this also inevitably reminded him of the past - when he was learning to smoke at the age of 16, his father blocked him outside the door and whipped him half to death with a belt.
Now that he is in his forties or fifties, his father takes the initiative to hand over cigarettes for him to smoke——
Life!
