"I bother."
Mr. Xu hugged the translucent glass wine bottle, and the two started to pull each other. One wanted to drink, but the other refused. He cursed and almost started to fight.
The old men, who were about a hundred years old in total, frightened the children's hearts to beat faster, fearing that they would not pay attention and passed by.
"Old Xu, you don't have eyes for me, an old officer." Mr. Zhou stretched out his fingertips to see the right moment, grabbed the bottom of the bottle, refused to let go, and tried his best to wail and play the emotional card: "I think back then, the wind Come and rain, we joined the revolution together. Who hid half a bowl of thick noodles so that you could be pulled back before you starved to death... and who dug you out of the dead?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Lao Xu, you have no conscience."
Mr. Xu suddenly let go of his hand and stared at him angrily: "You, you..."
I used the word "you" three times in a row, but I didn't say a complete sentence.
Mr. Zhou is not someone who threatens others to repay their kindness.
He helps his subordinates, comrades, and everyone who is worthy of help, all from his heart.
Because of this, Mr. Xu could not refuse him.
"Drink, drink."
He wasted a bottle of good wine.
Mr. Xu turned his head glumly, and suddenly an old hand stretched out in front of him. The tea in the teacup was poured cleanly and filled with fragrant light red wine.
"Here, let's drink together."
The cup handed to him was not filled with wine at the moment, but with the old officer's concern and affinity for him.
Mr. Xu, who was a little angry just now, stopped being angry all of a sudden. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The two reconciled as before, which made others feel relieved.
In addition to the delicious vegetables, the rest of the meal is extremely delicious.
Mr. Zhou didn't have a good appetite due to physical reasons, but he picked up his chopsticks and ate a delicious meal with a mouthful of meat and vegetables and a mouthful of wine under the frightened eyes of the guard.
That amount of food was estimated to have long exceeded Mr. Zhou's usual food intake.
The guards secretly prepared various digestive medicines.
After finishing the meal, I reluctantly put down my chopsticks.
Drinking the warm ancient tree tea, after eating and drinking, everyone felt very comfortable. Mr. Zhou sat by the stove and heated the stove they had specially made. He was talking to Mr. Xu, but his eyes blinked. Bu Bian stared at the roasted sweet potatoes picked up and roasted on the wire mesh of the stove, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Mr. Xu rolled his eyes and said, "Are you still hungry?"
Mr. Zhou touched his round belly and smiled shyly: "Hey, I'm only seventy percent full. There's still room for food."
The belly was swollen, and a large piece was particularly conspicuous.
Several people were so frightened that they called the family doctor to stand by.
The doctor has a very good relationship with Mr. Xu. His grandfather is Mr. Xu's distant cousin. With Mr. Xu's support, he once traveled overseas to study at the most outstanding medical university in the year.
After returning to China, he filled the vacancies in the Western medicine industry.
The family doctor is one of the old man's descendants. He also graduated from a leading medical university, completed his graduation with the best grades, and entered the top three hospitals in the country for several years of training.
It is said that when he left, the whole hospital was crying loudly, and the department director held his hand and refused to let go.
"You two should take it easy."
The young man wearing a down jacket and a white coat has a vague resemblance to the Xu brothers.
He took out a bottle of homemade Jianweixiaoshi pills from the medicine box.
"Doctor, these are the chief's stomach and digestive tablets."
The doctor looked at the medicine that was suddenly handed over, then looked at the serious-looking guard, and smiled silently: "Okay."
Under the guard's nose, he counted out the corresponding pills, took two cups of warm water, handed them to the two elderly people, and said warmly: "Take some stomach-building and digestion pills."
"No need."
Mr. Xu refused flatly.
"Neither do I."
Mr. Zhou waved his hands repeatedly.
As people get older, they become stubborn and refuse to take medicine.
The doctor added: "After taking Xiaoshi tablets, one person can eat one-third of the sweet potatoes."
The two old men looked at each other silently, then picked up the pills, swallowed them with water, and then happily shared the freshly baked sweet potatoes.
"It's delicious, it's so delicious. Lao Xu, your life is so comfortable."
Mr. Zhou was so burned by the sweet potato that he grinned. He couldn't bear to throw it away. He took the skin of the sweet potato in his mouth and shook his hot hands.
"Huhu, my children are filial."
Mr. Xu also grinned.
"The food at your house looks ordinary, but in fact it is delicious. The taste cannot even be compared to that of the master chef at the Congress Hall."
This bite deeply touched Mr. Zhou's heart.
He began to think about how to ask Lao Xu for a cook and bring him to the seaport for retirement.
Alas, don’t we just want to have basic necessities, food, housing and transportation in our lifetime?
"Old Xu, Haigang is a coastal city. Although it is my hometown, people always pay attention to returning to their roots after falling leaves, but after all, I have been away from home for a long time. Now that I suddenly return to my hometown, I may not adapt to the habits of my hometown."
"for example?"
Mr. Xu answered.
"For example, in terms of diet."
Mr. Zhou showed his "fangs": "Oh, I am used to the taste of the imperial capital, I didn't know that in the seaport..."
After swallowing the last bite of sweet potato, Mr. Xu raised his eyebrows: "Do you have a crush on our "cook"?"
Mr. Zhou smiled slightly: "How about I pay three times the salary?"
Mr. Xu grinned to himself: "Jianguo."
Su Jianguo, who was cooking rock sugar pear in the kitchen, came out with hot soup: "Dad, did you call me?"
"This is my godson Su Jianguo, the fifth oldest child in our family. You even asked people to bring gifts to his wedding banquet. The food just now was all made by his cooking. Let me tell you, ordinary people can't afford to hire our Jianguo to cook. , you are the only one here and I will cook specially for you.”
The painting style changed, and he said to Mr. Zhou, who was rarely at a loss, "Do you want to ask Jianguo if he is willing to go with you?"
"Three times the wages~"
"Haha." Mr. Zhou touched his face silently, not wanting to pay attention to this show off bitch.
Not to mention three times the salary, even thirty times the salary, Su Jianguo would not go with him.
You must know that the Xu family gave this godson the same treatment as a biological son of the Xu family. No one in the entire imperial capital knew how grand the wedding banquet was.
But Mr. Zhou, who was still in office, heard from someone below him that Mr. Xu actually had a good son when he got old. Protect it like a baby.
"But, although our family Jianguo will not go to the seaport city, he is planning to open a health resort in the imperial capital next spring to receive relatives and friends. The source of the food will be the same as that of our family."
Hearing what Lao Xu said, Mr. Zhou's heart moved.
Seeing his hesitation, Mr. Xu added another word: "Is this tea delicious?"
"It tastes very good. It's more fragrant than the mother tree tea sent from Wuyi Mountain this year. I think you have something good hidden in your mouth."
