Chapter 352 352. Life
Song Tan's family is very busy. Brother Zhang's car is almost smoking. Every day, he is full of confidence 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 into the special cigarette case he bought. He excitedly put them in his pockets and prepared to go out with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, the cell phone rang.
His extremely busy son called: "Dad, how are you doing? I just have a day off today. Come and see you."
Lao Zhu is not very happy - his son is 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 have you gone?"
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 humbly agree, and then returned to the yard.
Thinking about it for a while, he realized that he was his biological son after all, so he started to make plans again:
“Is there any more tremella soup? I’ll bring out 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 the clouds come 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.
Being a fellow smoker, he knew how valuable this thing was in their hearts, so he simply put away the cigarette rolling device at this moment -
That's not something I'm reluctant to part with, it's mainly for the sake of my son's health.
Smoking is harmful to your health.
It doesn't matter if the old man has some convulsions, but his son, who is 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 always busy with his feet off the ground. No, he rarely has time, so he quickly went 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 he entered the house, he 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 running down your stomach, your whole body seems to have been washed from the inside out, making you feel extra smooth.
His body was covered with a thin layer of hot sweat, and his originally slightly anxious heart slowly calmed down.
“This honey is good!”
Lao Zhu slowly frowned.
Zhu Yuntao didn't notice it. He looked at his old father's expression and couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, you have looked really 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 cool to the touch.
Just listen to Lao Zhu's instructions again: "Hurry, drink the white fungus soup."
Zhu Yuntao:…
And you drink honey water first, 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.
Hmm!
“This white fungus is really good!”
He put down the bowl and looked at it carefully. He saw that there were not too many white fungus in it. It was torn into fine pieces, but the gelatin was smooth and thick, and the taste was 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, wasn't the tea and honey given to you before?"
But it still makes Lao Zhu very jealous!
Zhu Yuntao was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered, and then he couldn't laugh or cry:
“I have put them at home. You know we are not short of these things. I haven’t finished eating the ones I opened before, so they are probably stuffed in the storage room... I didn’t expect it to taste so good..."
He was already amazed after just one taste, thinking that he would have to find out everything 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 just put it in the storage room and wait for the pups to be born!"
“Thanks to my eldest granddaughter’s filial piety, I sent the things to you first, while my grandfather was at the back of the queue!”
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 now he feels a little regretful when he thinks of the smell...
Lao Zhu punched the cotton, glanced at him, and said no more.
After his son finished eating the white fungus soup and saw 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 is old father’s life in this nursing home—
His complexion looks pretty good, but as a son of man, he still wants to hear something more detailed.
As he was talking, Lao Zhu took 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!"
Lao Zhu became even angrier when he heard this: "Smoking more?! Do you know how much I save? I now take 10 cigarettes a day! Most of them don't even dare!"
There is really too little tobacco, and I feel a bit reluctant to smoke each one.
He used to be a long-time smoker, requiring at least two packs of cigarettes a day. Even though he ordered cigarettes frequently, he was only reduced to one and a half packs.
It’s better now, 10! It's sad to say it.
Zhu Yuntao, however, frowned. 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, he was like a child showing off his treasure, pushing the five cigarettes he had prepared in advance towards his son:
“Here, have a taste. 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!
Goodnight Pokémon.
(End of this chapter)