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 put his hands behind his back to get ready. Out.
At this moment, the phone rang.
His extremely busy son called: "Dad, how are you doing? I just have a day off today, so come and see you."
Lao Zhu is not very happy - his son is just 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 been?"
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 hum and respond, and then returned to the yard.
After thinking about it, he was his biological son after all, so he started to talk about it again:
"Is there any more white fungus soup? I'll put out a bowl later."
"The chili sauce burrito I had the day before yesterday was also quite delicious. Can I still make it now?"
"By the way, where did I put my honey?"
"Waiting for Yuntao to come up later, let's make a cup of honey water first."
Finally, he took out the 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 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.
As a fellow smoker, he knew how valuable this thing was in their hearts, so he simply put away the cigarette rolling device——
It's not a reluctance to part with anything, it's mainly for the sake of my son's health.
Smoking is harmful to your health.
It doesn’t matter that the old man is a bit convulsed, but his son in the prime of life 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. He is always busy with his feet off the ground. No, it’s rare that he has time, so he quickly goes 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 I entered the house, I 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: "Yuntao, drink this cup of honey water, you just made it."
Who at this age still doesn't understand? What about health knowledge? 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 flowing down your stomach, your whole body seems to be washed from the inside out, making you feel extra smooth.
A thin layer of hot sweat broke out on his body, and his originally slightly anxious heart slowly calmed down.
“This honey is pretty good!”
Lao Zhu frowned slowly.
But Zhu Yuntao didn't notice. He looked at his old father's expression and couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, you have looked so 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 cold to the touch.
Just listen to Lao Zhu's instructions again: "Hurry, drink the white fungus soup."
Zhu Yuntao:...
In other words, why is his father so meticulous and considerate now? ? Call him weird for not adapting.
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 took a closer look. He saw that the white fungus in it was not too much and was torn into small pieces. However, the gelatin was smooth and thick and tasted particularly good.
"Dad, where did you get this good thing?"
Lao Zhu couldn't hold it back any longer: "This is what my eldest granddaughter sent me! Why, that one from before?" Isn’t the tea and honey given to you?”
But it still makes Lao Zhu jealous!
Zhu Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then he remembered, and then he couldn’t laugh or cry:
"I have sent them home and put them at home. As you know, our family is 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 tastes 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 has already made Lao Zhu very angry:
“You have no vision! If you don’t eat the good food, just put it in the storage room and wait for the pups to be born!”
“Thanks to my eldest granddaughter’s filial piety, I will send the things to you first, and my grandpa will be at the back!”
Zhu Yuntao:...
He raised his head blankly: 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 nothing.
After his son finished 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 some other things to talk about, such as how the old father’s life is in this nursing home——
Looking at his complexion, he looks very good, but as a son of a man, he still wants to hear more More detailed.
While he was talking, he saw Lao Zhu take out a very fashionable cigarette case from his pocket, and then took out a slender cigarette without any markings.
His brows jumped: "Dad, you can't smoke more now!"
Lao Zhu became even more angry when he heard this: "Smoke more?! Do you know how economical I am? I don’t even dare to take 10 pills a day now!”
There is really too little tobacco, and I feel reluctant to smoke each one.
In the past, he was a heavy smoker. He would have at least two packs of cigarettes a day, and despite repeated orders, he was only reduced to one and a half packs.
Now is better, 10! It's sad to say it.
Zhu Yuntao frowned, and 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 I get rid of it for decades, but suddenly I have 10 pills a day?
And...
"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 Just like a child showing off a treasure, he pushed the five cigarettes he had prepared in advance towards his son:
"Come, try it. 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 forty or fifty years old, his father takes the initiative to hand over cigarettes for him to smoke——
Life!
Good night Pokémon.
(End of this chapter)