He ​​Yuzhu took advantage of the gap in pushing the car into the house and handed the mesh lunch box to his sister. After settling down for her sister to eat, he extracted ten kilograms of flour before going to the backyard.
After all, he and Yi Zhonghai were not familiar with each other, so he asked him to go eat for no reason. It was probably because the old lady ran out of flour.
As soon as I walked in, a strong smell of bone soup hit my nostrils, and the aunt came up with a smile on her face.
"Zhuzi, you're finally here. The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time."
Only then did He Yuzhu realize that the deaf old lady was there. She looked much better than before, and he knew that this aunt was serving her very wholeheartedly.
In the previous life, Yi Zhonghai and his wife started serving the deaf old lady in 1964. At that time, they were both almost fifty years old and there was no hope for any heirs, so they began to set an example and call on the whole hospital to respect the elderly.
Now letting them start serving her a few years in advance is entirely for the sake of the old lady, and it can be regarded as fulfilling He Yuzhu's filial piety towards the old lady.
"Auntie, I have to trouble you to continue making steamed buns for the old lady." He Yuzhu said and handed the flour in his hand to Auntie.
"Hey, Zhuzi, I haven't finished the flour I sent last time. Why did you send it again?"
The aunt said her words of refusal, but quickly put away the flour in her hands. She now makes steamed buns for the deaf old lady every day, and her own food has also improved.
She weighed the bag of flour in her hands, but it weighed ten kilograms, and she felt even happier now.
"Hey, Zhuzi, you are so stupid that you are trying to make flour for my wife. Will the family be starving?" The deaf old lady was leaning on a cane with an anxious look on her face.
"Yes, Zhuzi, you still have to support your sister, how can you afford to spend so much money?" Yi Zhonghai also echoed.
"Hi, I just got promoted today, and my monthly salary is fifty yuan and fifty cents. It will be no problem to provide flour for my wife in the future." He Yuzhu said with a smile.
The three of them were all overjoyed when they heard this. Yi Zhonghai had never paid attention to He Yuzhu before and always thought he was a stupid boy. Now it seems that he is not stupid at all, but very capable.
"My wife is blessed. With you and the couple Zhonghai, I am getting more and more motivated these days."
The deaf old lady smiled, and the wrinkles on her face were all squeezed together, like a chrysanthemum.
"Old lady, let me tell you something good to make you happy. I plan to put it on the bulletin board this year. His behavior of respecting the elderly is worth learning from the whole hospital."
Yi Zhonghai and his wife have been serving the old lady closely these days. They have the most intuitive experience of the life of the lonely elderly, and they are also touched in their hearts. After all, they themselves are childless.
Only if there are more and more young students like He Yuzhu, will his life in his later years be more secure, so he thinks that while his prestige is still there, he must quickly spread the idea of ​​respecting the elderly in the courtyard.
"Hey, really? It should have been like this a long time ago. Zhu Zhu should be praised." The deaf old lady became even more happy after hearing this.
"No, sir, I have to trouble my mom to cook every day. All the credit goes to my mom. I think we should focus on praising her."
He Yuzhu has always disliked such vain people. Moreover, the source of his flour is unclear. If he publicizes it, even if he is promoted and his salary is increased, it will still be a problem.
After all, life is difficult for every household now. Who has spare money to care about the life and death of other families?
Furthermore, he doesn't want to be labeled a "good guy" right now. A bad guy can become a Buddha immediately by putting down his butcher knife. But if a good guy does one bad thing in his life, the spittle of the people around him can drown him.
Just looking at this group of people in the past life, they took turns taking turns to force themselves to give up their biological sons under the banner of "morality" in order to have someone to support them in old age. It makes people shudder when thinking about it.
However, it seems that Yi Zhonghai and his wife are different from the cold attitude last time. This time, their attitude is particularly enthusiastic, and they even prepared a large pot of bone soup.
It seems that the couple's "awareness of caring for the elderly" has sprouted. It's better to give the credit to the aunt and continue kidnapping them, so that she can be at ease.
"Zhuzi, I really didn't expect you to have such a high level of ideological consciousness. You do good deeds without seeking fame. You are a living thing today."
The more Yi Zhonghai looks at He Yuzhu at the moment, the more he likes him. He is capable, filial, and doesn't ask for credit. It is necessary to cultivate a few young people like this.
"Master, look at what you said, you are the benchmark. My father has been running for seven years, and I have followed your example. Not only me, but all the young people in the compound, we all do what you do.
Just follow along and learn.”
He Yuzhu was wearing such a tall hat, and Yi Zhonghai's heart suddenly surged. It seemed that the deaf old lady had to be more considerate in the future, otherwise what would the young people learn?
"The dumplings are here..."
At this moment, a aunt opened the door and came in carrying steaming dumplings.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why is the old lady still crying?"
When she first left the house, she was still happy about Yuzhu's promotion. Why did she just cook a dumpling? The two men looked very excited, and the old lady even started crying.
"My wife didn't cry. She was moved by Zhuzi. Zhonghai said that Zhuzhu would put up the bulletin board this year. Zhuzhu wanted you to go up and asked me to trouble you to cook every day." The deaf old lady wiped away her tears and said.
The aunt was stunned when she heard this. Isn't the bulletin board always filled with Yi Zhonghai's disciple Jia Dongxu every year? Why is it suddenly replaced by He Yuzhu this year?
And He Yuzhu actually refused such a good opportunity? He also wanted to give it to himself? It would be so prestigious if he got on the bulletin board!
However, He Yuzhu was so "high-spirited" that he couldn't appear too happy, so he said:
"Hey, I cook every day anyway, it's just a casual thing, no trouble. This notice board still needs to be posted on the pillar."
After the aunt said this, she kept glancing at the expressions of several people, fearing that she would really lose this opportunity to become famous.
Seeing that He Yuzhu and Yi Zhonghai began to refuse each other again, the deaf old lady slammed her walking stick on the ground, making a muffled "dong" sound, and then interrupted several people.
The deaf old lady said directly: "I see, you both have to get in!"
"The old lady is right, you both have to be on the bulletin board this year! Don't refuse, hurry up and drink bone soup while it's hot and eat dumplings." After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he invited a few people to sit down.
"Hey, that's okay! Auntie, I'll take advantage of you and enjoy the glory together."
He Yuzhu also felt relieved. If he was on the list with his aunt, there would be nothing to say. If someone was in trouble, the eldest uncle would rush forward and kill him before he could take action.
Now I have a good impression in front of the most respected people in the courtyard. In the future, as long as they are not too out of line, these people will definitely protect themselves.
"Hey, Zhu Zhu, look at what you said, you all have credit..."
"Zhuzi, eat more, the big bones and meat your aunt went to buy specially today..."
"Hey, you should eat more, don't give it all to me..."
Hearing the sound of people in the house feasting, Xu Damao, who was hiding by the door, was very angry. As soon as he separated from Qin Huairu, he saw that Sha Zhu was also riding a bicycle.
I followed all the way here, and kept eavesdropping. Now, my stomach has long been growling with hunger. Now I can smell the broth, and I feel even more angry and hungry.
"Silly Zhu, this bad cook..."
Before Xu Damao could finish muttering, a hard object hit his forehead with a "bang", causing him to groan in pain, and then he heard He Yuzhu's voice in the room.
This is my first time for a newcomer to write, thank you for reading, I hope you all like it!
Chapter completed!