Song Tan's family is so busy that 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 in the special cigarette case he bought. He excitedly put them in his pockets and prepared to go out with his hands behind his back.
Just then, 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 can, and is busy with his own business. He is planning to show off to his old friends!
So he snorted: "Where did you go?"
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.
After thinking about it, he realized that he was his biological son after all, so he started making arrangements again:
"Is there any more white fungus soup? I'll bring 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 you put my honey?"
"When Yuntao comes up later, let's make a cup of honey water first."
Finally, he took out his cigarette rolling device, took the shredded 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. His 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 that I'm reluctant to part with it, 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 has some convulsions, but his son, who is in his prime, cannot be delayed.
After all this fussing, 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 usually very 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 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."
At this age, who doesn’t know some knowledge about health care? The honey water Lao Zhu asked someone to brew was warm.
When holding the cup, Zhu Yuntao resisted because of the heat. But as soon as the honey water entered his throat, the cool and sweet honey sweetness spread in his mouth instantly.
With the warm water flowing down your stomach, your whole body feels like it has been washed from the inside out, making you feel extra smooth.
A thin layer of hot sweat broke out on his body, and his originally a little anxious heart slowly calmed down.
"This honey is pretty good!"
Lao Zhu slowly frowned.
But Zhu Yuntao didn't notice. He looked at his old father's expression and couldn't help but laugh: "Dad, you've 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 something 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.
Well!
"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 fine pieces. However, 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, didn't I give you the tea and honey before?"
But I still make Lao Zhu very 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. You also know that 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 to taste so good..."
He only tasted it and was already amazed, 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 stuff, you'll just keep it in the storage room waiting to be born!"
"Thanks to my eldest granddaughter being so filial, I sent the things to you first, and my grandpa was at the back!"
Zhu Yuntao:......
He raised his head in confusion: "Okay, why are you angry? This thing is quite good, but it won't break if you leave it alone!"
Although he now feels a little regretful when he thinks of the smell...
Lao Zhu punched the cotton, looked at him, and said nothing.
After the 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 since we haven’t seen each other for a long time, there are some other things to talk about, such as how is his old father’s life in this nursing home——
His complexion looks pretty good, but as a son of a man, he still wants to hear something more detailed.
Just as 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 twitched: "Dad, you can't smoke more now!"
When Lao Zhu heard this, he became even more angry: "How many cigarettes?! Do you know how much I save? I now take 10 cigarettes a day! I don't even dare to take half a cigarette!"
There is really too little tobacco, and I feel a bit reluctant to smoke each one.
In the past, he was a heavy smoker, and he would have at least two packs of cigarettes a day. Even though he ordered him frequently, he was only reduced to one and a half packs.
Now it’s better, 10 sticks! It makes me sad just to talk about it.
Zhu Yuntao frowned. Looking at his father's rosy face, he was willing to believe it. But everyone smoked, so who didn't know who was who?
Why can't it change 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, 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 in his forties or fifties, his father takes the initiative to hand over cigarettes for him to smoke——
