"At that time, the tea we drink at the sanatorium will be this tea, and the water will be our water. Although the food we eat is not every meal, it will be cooked by Jianguo, but the apprentice Jianguo brought out will be there 24 hours a day. Whatever you want to eat and whatever dishes you want, they can make it for you."
Mr. Xu tried harder to deceive.
Mr. Zhou is a giant Buddha. As long as he sits in the sanatorium, our sanatorium will instantly rise in status.
You see, the Emperor has gone to live in a sanatorium. If you want to curry favor with the Emperor, why don't you break your head and squeeze in?
Mr. Zhou took a sip of tea and ate a bite of the exquisite cakes that Su Jianguo asked his apprentice to make.
The fragrant and sweet but not overly sweet osmanthus cake is just the right amount of deliciousness.
Very suitable for the taste of the elderly.
At his age, his appetite has decreased significantly.
Most of what I eat is healthy, and I don’t dare to eat too much of the remaining delicious but unhealthy things.
But after eating Lao Xu's food, he felt warm and comfortable all over his body.
Not only was the appetite satisfied, the dying body seemed to be nourished, and the riddled mind was perfectly soothed.
He returned to the seaport city prepared to die.
Of course everyone is mortal.
Since ancient times, no one can escape.
Although he declined the ten-year personal service plan of the country's top-notch elderly care team, he faced death calmly.
But who doesn’t want to live comfortably before death, passing away in a warm bed and sweet dreams?
Mr. Zhou was really moved.
He only hesitated for a few minutes and gestured to the guard: "Bring me my phone."
"yes."
The guard took out his phone.
This dusty and inconspicuous mobile phone retains the style of the last century.
As the head of the Xu Group, Xu Yanzhao recognized this phone at a glance as a true 3G mobile phone developed by Xu after he entered the communications field and drove 2.5 Linktone out of the market.
Single function, making calls.
Mobile phones are cheap and durable.
The trump card in the market that occupies the elderly market with high quality and low price.
The value of this phone is not in the phone itself, but in the phone number in the phone.
Pick a number at random, and it will all be a person like this old man who covers the sky with one hand.
Ordinary people can't get access to this mobile phone.
The living room fell silent, and the fire crackled with wood.
Ning Ning nestled in her father's arms, feeling a little sleepy and unable to open her eyes. In the hazy moment, a sound mixed with a subtle electric current sounded.
The call was connected.
The voice on the other end of the phone was respectful and careful.
"Mr. Zhou."
"Haigang City, the old man won't go."
Mr. Zhou slowly peeled the orange peel, his old fingers gently tore open the pale white orange meridians, and then threw it into the bonfire.
A faint scent of orange rises slowly along with the burning bonfire.
There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and his voice was reserved: "Is there something that couldn't be done over at the harbor that made you change your mind?"
"No, the harbor is very welcoming, so the old man won't cause any trouble."
Mr. Zhou blocked the possibility of the other party trying to blame Haigang.
The person on the other end of the phone sighed slightly: "You are making it very difficult for us."
"Is it difficult to do it? Then don't do it."
Mr. Zhou drooped his eyelids, and through the distorted heat mist of the campfire, Ning Ning saw a faint coldness on the other person's seemingly kind face.
Something like a sharp hidden edge.
Hidden under this old body.
There was silence on the other end of the phone once again.
The time is long and painful.
The people present were indifferent and silent.
Xu Yanzhao even stood up and took a glass of warm milk, pinched Ning Ning's nose and ignored her three consecutive refusals, and fed it in one mouthful with a gentle yet tough attitude that could not be refused.
Ning Ning: "..."
I hate milk.
How annoying.
She licked the water on her mouth and hummed like a pig: "Hate my brother for one minute."
His voice was low, obviously knowing not to disturb Grandpa Zhou's call.
Mr. Zhou's words were light and airy, but the person on the other end of the phone took a breath. After thinking about it, he said slowly: "Everything will be in accordance with your wishes. We will hand over to the Haigang City Department as soon as possible and suspend the start of the care plan."
The man did not ask Mr. Zhou where he wanted to retire.
Or what to do next.
They are only responsible for connecting with the seaport city, and the rest will be handled by a professional team.
"Hmph, these little bastards from the public relations department are getting more and more outrageous."
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Zhou seemed to be complaining and complained casually to Mr. Xu.
Most people would not dare to say this, but Mr. Xu is different. His own retirement package is also arranged by the brats in the public relations department.
"Since Xiao Chen took over, they have become more and more lazy."
Mr. Xu crossed his legs and complained to the old officer.
The more they chatted, the closer they became, and the more they chatted, the happier they became.
We talked until night.
"I said, Lao Xu, what should we have for dinner?"
Wearing plush slippers and hands on hands, Mr. Zhou ran into the kitchen, put his hands on the boiling pot, and took a deep breath: "Well, the meat is so fragrant, Jianguo, what kind of meat are you cooking?" ah?"
Judging from the tone of his voice, Su Jianguo had already surpassed his useless son in his heart.
Su Jianguo only had to be responsible for the main course, and he cooked according to his mood. The whole family cried and shouted that Uncle Wu would love us again.
Isn’t this the recent Chinese New Year?
Su Jianguo cooks a few main dishes every day, and leaves the rest to his apprentices.
"Fresh lamb sent from the north, stewed with white radish and some vegetables."
The milky white sheep soup is rolling. This sheep was specially sent from Mobei by the little aunt of the Xu family. The Mobei sheep raised on Mobei grass are different from other sheep. Mobei sheep that live in windy and sandy areas all year round are particularly suitable. Stew the soup, add a little salt, take out the fishy ginger slices, and cook a milky white mutton soup, which is suitable for keeping healthy in winter.
The lamb shanks and lamb chops were braised until they were so tender that they were almost falling off the bone.
The slightly spicy taste hits your face.
Taking a deep breath, the cold air on his body was driven away.
"Okay, let's have mutton soup tonight."
Mr. Zhou walked away from the kitchen contentedly.
They found Mr. Xu's study room on the second floor and the two had a calligraphy discussion. Mr. Xu was self-taught and had nothing to do.
And Mr. Zhou himself graduated from Yan University. He was a talented student in the troubled times. He had the talent of Zhang Liang to bring peace to the country, and he was able to carry a sword and go into battle to kill the enemy.
The calligraphy of one hand is smooth and flowing, unique and amazing.
"After celebrating the Chinese New Year at Jianguo Sanatorium, please supervise me and tell the people below to go through the formalities quickly. Don't keep me, an old man, waiting."
Mr. Zhou spread out a piece of paper, dipped his pen in water to disperse the thick ink, wrapped the tip of the pen with ink, and raised his wrist to write.
