Chapter 33 033. Heavenly Father and Son
"Eat."
Following a cry, Xu Xin walked out of the room, and saw that there was already a plate of lamb chops, a plate of cold dishes, and two bowls of noodles in the dining room.
As soon as you smell the noodles, you know they are boiled with mutton broth.
The cold dish is a plate of seasoned onions.
is to cut the onion into strips, mix with salt and sesame oil.
The sweetness of the onion and the aroma and saltiness of the sesame oil can just form a perfect match.
Delicious, like garlic, the best below.
But there is also a disadvantage, that is, it tastes great in the mouth after eating. If you are going out, it is really not recommended to eat like this.
But this dish was the one Xu Daqiang cooked most often for his brothers when his family was poor.
Xu Xin's mother died because of cardiovascular disease.
After hearing people say that onions have the medicinal effect of softening blood vessels, even though the two brothers didn't like this dish at first, they got used to it after being forced by their father, and it became a taste that was hard to let go.
And when it comes out, a few people believe that the billionaire Xu Daqiang actually has a good set of culinary skills, especially in the pasta. Best wishes for your marriage.
"Come, come, come."
In front of the mahogany dining table of an unknown price, Xu Daqiang greeted his son to sit down while unscrewing the bottle of 20 yuan Fenjiu and poured it for himself.
"Wow?"
"…good."
Xu Xin nodded, took the wine bottle from his father, filled it for himself, and the two touched one.
"eat."
Father and son don't have so many polite meals, the simplest meal, although the mutton is not very good, but it can also be eaten.
At the beginning, there were not so many words.
Xu Daqiang drank, and Xu Xin accompanied him.
Who knows what happened to Xu Daqiang today, two sips of cups, three sips, and one cup went in.
"Drinking so fast?"
Xu Xin quickly poured wine for his father.
Xu Daqiang nodded and said with a smile:
"Remember this wine?"
"Remember... When we were young, if the market was good and the instant noodles sold a lot, we would buy a bottle of this. At that time, the wine seemed to be only a few dollars, right? My brother and I would squat on the field ridge to eat spicy chips, and watch Dad drink it this~"
"Hey~~~~8 yuan, this wine sold for 8 yuan at that time~"
It seemed that some memory was brought back, and after taking his son's wine, Xu Daqiang drank half of the glass in one breath.
"Hey...Dad, what are you doing so fast..."
Xu Xin wanted to stop him, but Xu Daqiang waved his hand. After picking up a chopstick of onion, he took out a cigarette from his pocket.
Just as the cigarette was lit, the other hand touched the back of Xu Xin's head.
"Sanjin…"
In the smoke, I don't know if I drank too much or what.
Xu Daqiang's reddish eyes seemed to have waves flowing.
Touching his son who was already much taller than himself, there was an indescribable pride in his tone:
"My baby is growing up."
"..."
Xu Xin was taken aback...
Li Hao's text message, which had been simmering in his stomach, disappeared in an instant.
He seems to understand.
I understand why my dad found an excuse to get a cigarette and ran out of the house after watching the movie.
Understand why Dad would cry for no reason.
I understand better...why my dad doesn't drink good Moutai, but this kind of Fenjiu, which I haven't had for a long time since my family became rich.
Or… he understood a lot.
It seems that I don't understand anything.
In the end, he just picked up the half glass of wine in front of him:
"Dad, finish drinking this, don't drink it. Shall we eat?"
"…good."
Xu Daqiang nodded, exhaled a puff of smoke that covered his face and eyes, picked up the glass, and touched his son's wine glass.
…
Xu Daqiang was drunk.
Obviously, he started to blush only after a catty of wine, and the man from Northwest China, who had just arrived at a catty and a half, only drank four taels of wine. After getting off the dinner table, Xu Xin helped him back to the bedroom, snoring everywhere.
Xu Xin is fine.
It took a while to decompose the half of the sheep in the kitchen and freeze it in the freezer.
Although he can't cook, but killing sheep is indeed a unique skill.
After washing the dishes again, he sat in the sun room, made himself a pot of tea, and began to be in a daze.
Obviously, Dad has only been here for less than three hours today.
But in his heart, today’s dad is completely different, let alone compared with before...even if compared with his dream...
Very strange feeling.
He didn't know if he had learned something from his father today.
It's just that there is an inexplicable feeling in my heart at the moment.
I drank a pot of tea until Li Hao came back.
"Brother Li, are you finished?"
"Well, it's over."
Li Hao nodded, sat next to Xu Xin, drank three cups of tea in one breath, and then said:
"But there are two more. I don't have time today. I guess I have to stay here in Yanjing for a few days... When will you start school?"
"17. 16 to report."
"Isn't that tomorrow?"
"Um."
"Where are you making that movie? Shall I go see it?"
"Okay... let me bring it to you."
Xu Xin was too lazy to get the film, so he brought the laptop directly.
After Li Hao finished reading, he nodded to Xu Xin in surprise:
"nice…"
"Then what?"
"Well…"
After a while, Xu Daqiang woke up.
Instead of being sentimental at noon, I started chatting with Li Hao about some work matters.
Xu Xin was listening.
After chatting for a while, it started to talk about Yang Mi.
Unfortunately, just after Xu Daqiang praised "she looks like a good woman" and glanced at his son, Xu Xin directly blocked his father's way.
Don’t pick up on it at all, just walk away:
"Dad, I went to the gym."
…
That night, although it was the Lantern Festival, the food for the three of them was not very rich.
Deep-fried the Lantern Festival sent by Yang Mi, added three bowls of fried noodles, and the unfinished lamb chops and lamb soup at noon.
It's as simple as that.
I am used to eating big fish and meat, so this meal is not bad.
is saying... Yang Mi is not lying, that Lantern Festival is really sweet.
Watching the TV and watching the Lantern Festival Gala.
When Zhou Huajian sang "Friends" with Tan Yonglin and Zang Tianshuo on stage, Xu Daqiang pointed to Principal Tan and said:
"Hey, he's not that whoa...that...the star of "True Tomorrow"!"
Xu Xin rolled his eyes directly:
"Dad, that's Zhang Guorong."
"Oh... yes, yes, I always think they look alike. Hey, you are going to be a big star in the future, can you also go to the Spring Festival Gala?"
"What are you doing on it?"
Xu Xin shook his head:
"I have to burn incense for my mother on the first day of the new year. I said that after the Spring Festival Gala, it will definitely decline more and more. In the Internet age, if I can really go to the Spring Festival Gala, I must go to those websites to make the Spring Festival Gala. Record it in advance without delay. Go home for the New Year."
Hearing this, Xu Daqiang asked curiously:
"the Internet?"
"Yes."
"The Internet is capable of celebrating the Spring Festival Gala? Do you think it's possible?"
"Dad, don't you believe me?"
Looking at Xu Daqiang's disbelief, Xu Xin smiled:
"Don't believe it. Hehe, I can guarantee that the power of the Internet will only become stronger and stronger in the future~ Not to mention the Spring Festival Gala, even movies, you will definitely be able to find them all online in the future. For example, take this micro movie, which will be shown in official theaters What if you don’t go? You can only become famous if you put it on the Internet~ The Spring Festival Gala is also the same. For example, if you don’t invite the Spring Festival Gala, you like celebrities, but if you invite a local station or a certain website, you must watch that station~ right? "
"Well…"
Believe it or not, it doesn't really matter.
But Xu Daqiang frowned suddenly when he heard what his son said:
"Your micro-film, can't it be shown in the cinema?"
"No, ten minutes, how can I play it? That's why I said that in the future, online movies will definitely not be less than those in movie theaters~"
While speaking, Zhou Huajian's magnetic and gentle voice sounded.
Xu Xin sang along:
"Friends will be together forever…"
This topic is with him, so it's over.
Anyway, it’s just chatting.
Seeing his son singing along there, Xu Daqiang didn't continue to ask, but stared at the TV with dissatisfaction.
Well, Dida worked so hard to make a movie.
Cinema won’t let it play?
Pingsa.
But yes, a 13-minute movie... no, micro movies, it’s really not appropriate to show them in theaters.
But this is what Niediwa worked so hard to do.
This movie... how good it is.
His frown became tighter and tighter.
Finally, the 2006 Lantern Festival came to an end in the lively program of gongs and drums.
It's getting late, Xu Xin has to report to school tomorrow.
Xu Daqiang has to go to work on some things tomorrow.
Then go to bed directly.
…
One night passed.
"Dad, let's go to school."
Shouted, Xu Xin drove out the car directly.
Xu Daqiang stayed at home with Li Hao for a while, and was ready to leave when the time agreed with others came.
Just got into the car, Xu Daqiang suddenly said:
"Xiao Li."
"Uncle, tell me."
"Do you still remember what the second child said about Dida last night?"
"…ah?"
Li Hao was taken aback.
Looking at his appearance, Xu Daqiang reckoned that he might not remember.
Sitting in the back seat of the business car, while smoking, thinking about what he had been thinking about all night.
After finishing a cigarette, he suddenly said:
"Hey, last time who...the one in Xi'an was called what...the one from the investment company... didn't mean to get some investment, but what... video website? What is it called?"
"Youku. It is said that the starting vote is 10 million..."
"Go and contact him."
Hearing what Xu Daqiang said, Li Hao nodded:
"good."
"Um."
"uncle…"
"ah?"
"Three golds have grown up and become artists."
Hearing what Li Hao said, Xu Daqiang laughed:
"Well, it's whatever you want."
Leaning comfortably on the back seat, the purple-red face of the Northwest man is full of remembrance and gratification.
In fact, it is very difficult to write dialogues in dialects. Not only do you have to accurately control the difference between the northern Shaanxi dialect and the southern Shaanxi dialect, but you also have to take into account some wording, which is very difficult. But sometimes it is necessary to use these to create characters in order to distinguish people from different regions. Otherwise, it would be awkward if a northern Shaanxi coal boss speaks authentically from Beijing. I try to control it.
(end of this chapter)