"Son, why are you back?" The mother was overjoyed.
After not seeing Zhou Zhimo for several days, Zhou's mother wanted to call and ask about her son.
Zhou's father smiled and tried to dissuade her: "I know that Mo Qian's work is of a different nature. If he doesn't call, let's not disturb him."
"It's not good if a phone call affects your work at a critical moment."
"When something happens, it affects everyone on the team."
Mother Zhou gave him a blank look: "It's just as mysterious as what you said."
"Isn't my son a policeman?"
"Our small town is safe. There are not so many bad things with swords and guns."
"Just one phone call from me can affect my son's work. You are really capable of talking nonsense."
Father Zhou chuckled: "Okay, okay, I'm talking nonsense."
"Come on, I'll accompany you to the theater performance."
Although his parents never called him to ask questions, Zhou Zhimo knew very well that it was his father who took care of all his mother's worries.
He smiled and changed his shoes, washed his hands first, and then sat down in the living room: "I finished my work early today, so I got off work early."
"Come back and see you."
Zhou's mother picked up the glass and was about to pour him water. Zhou Zhimo took out the cup from his pocket and said, "Mom, I have a cup."
Zhou's mother looked at him with a smile: "I even carry a thermos cup with me."
"I'm more obedient than your dad and know how to take care of your body."
"That is, you are usually busy with work, so you have to take care of yourself."
Seeing his mother looking at him with a smile on his face, the tip of Zhou Zhimo's nose turned sour.
He was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he quickly changed the topic: "Mom, what are you going to have for lunch this afternoon? I'll help you."
Mother Zhou smiled and waved her hand: "Mom will make you stewed pig trotters with lotus root."
Zhou Zhimo suddenly remembered what he was carrying. He stood up and took it from the entrance: "Mom, I just bought some vegetables on the way."
Mother Zhou took the bag and opened it, and said happily: "These are very fresh. Where did you buy them?"
Zhou Zhimo told her with a smile: "At the entrance of the vegetable market, there is an old aunt selling in a basket."
"It looks like vegetables from my own garden, very fresh."
"You usually like to eat this, so I just bought some."
Mother Zhou smiled and took out the dishes and began to clean them: "I like all these dishes."
Zhou Zhimo happily said to his mother: "Don't tell me yet, that aunt understands you very well."
"I didn't buy green onions, but before leaving, she gave me some more."
"Tell me to chop up the chilies, coriander and green onions when you get home, add salt and pour some hot oil on them. It will be delicious."
Mother Zhou couldn't stop laughing: "This dish looks like a hodgepodge, it's inconspicuous, and it's very appetizing."
She turned around and glanced at Father Zhou: "Old Zhou, do you want to eat this tiger dish?"
Father Zhou smiled and nodded: "Eat, I'll cook it for us. I'm hungry for what you said."
The family sat together and quickly put together the dishes.
The sun shines in the living room and gradually sets towards the west. The green and red peppers are glowing in the sunlight.
Father Zhou was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. He chopped up everything and put it in a white porcelain soup basin, red and green, and sprinkled a layer of sesame seeds.
Mother Zhou poured the hot oil into it, and a scent came up.
The rice in the pot was ready, and Zhou Zhimo took a blue and white porcelain bowl to fill it.
The aroma of lotus roots and pig's trotters stewed in the pressure cooker has already filled the room.
After the food was put on the table, Zhou's mother sat down and looked at Zhou Zhimo in surprise: "Son, why do you use disposable bowls and chopsticks?"
Following his wife's gaze, Zhou's father also saw: "Hey, Zhimo, that's it, what's going on?"
Zhou Zhimo told them with a busy smile: "I may have gotten angry after working overtime for the past two days, and my throat is a little uncomfortable. I'm afraid I might infect you."
"With the epidemic in recent years, we are accustomed to paying more attention to protection."
Mother Zhou breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, then drink more soup and drink more water."
"Then you should have told us earlier and asked your dad to use less chili pepper when cooking tiger dishes."
Zhou Zhimo picked up a chopstick and tasted the tiger dish: "Well, it's not too spicy, it's okay."
He used another disposable bowl and scooped himself a bowl of lotus root and pig's trotters soup: "Dad, Mom, you also eat quickly."
Zhou Zhimo hadn't eaten at home for many days and had a huge appetite.
Seeing that he was eating happily, the old couple felt relieved.
Zhou's mother pinched pig's trotters for him: "Eat more."
Zhou Zhimo was careful not to let his soup touch his mother's chopsticks.
Zhou's mother saw how nervous he looked: "This child, seeing how troubled he was by the epidemic, has it engraved in his bones."
Zhou Zhimo smiled and said to his mother: "Mom, the weather is getting colder. When you and dad go out to buy groceries, put on your hats and wear thicker clothes."
"Check your blood pressure frequently and pay attention to your glycemic index."
Zhou's mother smiled and looked at Zhou's father: "Who said that only daughters are little cotton-padded jackets? Look at how warm our son is."
The family had a happy meal together.
After the meal, Zhou Zhimo leaned on the sliding door and watched his parents in the kitchen cleaning up and washing pots and dishes.
After tidying up the kitchen, Zhou's mother came to the living room and rummaged through the drawers of the coffee table: "Son, let me give you a medicine to relieve heat and reduce internal heat."
Looking at the medicine handed over by his mother, Zhou Zhimo licked the ulcer in his mouth with his tongue. When he took the first bite of food, the sting hurt.
He picked up his cup, held the medicine in his hand, and drank it.
Zhou Zhimo looked at his parents: "Mom and Dad, do you want to go out for a walk?"
He suggested: "How about I accompany you for a walk in the park?"
Zhou's mother narrowed her eyes happily: "Okay."
"Wait, I'm going to change clothes."
Zhou Zhimo smiled: "Mom, just go to the park, you can wear this."
Zhou's father watched Zhou's mother enter the bedroom happily, smiled and said to his son, "That's because your mother is happy. She is in a better mood when you go to the park together."
"Come on, let's change our shoes first and wait for your mother at the door."
Zhou's mother came out soon, wearing a gray-blue windbreaker, which made her look even more energetic.
Along the way, Zhou's mother kept smiling and talking, and Zhou's father and Zhou Zhimo responded.
Zhou Zhimo became a policeman. Zhou's mother was worried and reluctant at the beginning, but now she has slowly accepted it.
With Father Zhou around, she didn't cause any trouble for her son.
Like today, with her husband and son by her side, the family goes to the park. This kind of time is rare a few times a year.
She happily pointed to a clump of bamboo and said to Zhou Zhimo: "Son, look at the bamboos. There are several small bird's nests among them."
Zhou Zhimo bent down and looked over in cooperation: "Really?"
Mother Zhou nodded: "That's right, I've seen birds flying in and out."
Zhou Zhimo was still about to say something when the phone rang. When he saw it was the number of his work unit, he quickly picked it up.
Xiao Qin told him: "Suo Zhou, something happened at Fang Qiyuan's parents' house."
