At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Heng woke up from peeing.
He looked blankly at the beams above his head, his mind went blank, as if he was awake, but also as if he was not awake.
"Uh~"
After a while, Chu Heng let out a sleepy murmur, immediately lifted off the quilt, put on his cotton-padded jacket, pulled on his cotton-padded shoes, and walked like a zombie to the public toilet outside the hospital.
After queuing for several minutes, it was finally his turn. After releasing the water in his bladder and shaking his soul for the last time, he realized that he was not sleeping and he was completely awake.
After returning home, Chu Heng only felt thirsty and hungry.
Almost every part of his body, from his hair to his heels, was making strong protests to him.
But there is no fire in the stove, and there is no water in the kettle. There is no need to rush to cook the food now, so we can only eat some ready-made food.
Chu Heng thought for a while and then took out a lot of rare food from the space warehouse and threw it on the table. From candies and preserves to canned pastries, there was everything.
Having difficulty choosing, he picked for a long time before taking out a box of lunch meat and a bottle of canned peaches, and then threw the others back into the warehouse.
Because he was really thirsty, the first thing he bought was canned peaches.
He laboriously unscrewed the lid of the can, without taking any utensils. He picked up the can and poured it into his mouth, like a starving man trying to survive. After a while, he finished the entire large can, including soup and water.
This guy didn’t even feel cold when he ate the peaches!
He is a true warrior!
“Enjoyable.”
Chu Hengyi licked his lips without finishing, wiped his body, found a kitchen knife, and slashed at the canned luncheon meat, and it took a long time to take a bite.
The taste is quite good, with enough meat content and just the right amount of spices. It is much stronger than those lunch meats of later generations.
Chu Heng took a small spoon and dug out the tin can one by one, eating it with relish.
"Crunch!"
At this time, the door of his house was suddenly pushed open, and Widow Qin's son Banggeng got in thiefly. He probably saw that the door of his house was unlocked and came to steal something.
Chu Heng was in such a hurry to come back that he forgot to close the door to the back room, so he happened to take a look!
The two people looked at each other, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
Even though he is such a cute boy, he has a really strong psychological quality. He didn’t panic at all when he was caught on the spot. He rolled his eyes and walked into the back room with a smile. He looked at the luncheon meat and drooled.
: "Uncle Chu, this lunch meat is so fragrant. I smelled it right from outside."
"Want to eat?" Chu Heng looked at him sideways, and took a big spoonful of it and put it into his mouth, greedy to death.
"Yeah." Banggeng nodded quickly, with a flattering smile on his face.
"Ask your mother to buy it for you." Chu Heng's smile suddenly dropped, and he ate up the remaining cans in three mouthfuls, leaving not even a scrap.
The expression on Banggeng's face suddenly froze, he glared fiercely at the bad guy who didn't give him good food, turned around and ran out.
When he got home, he threw himself into Jia Zhang's arms, crying and asking for lunch meat.
He knew that grandma loved him the most, and as long as he cried hard enough, she could get him whatever he wanted.
After hearing the reason for her grandson's crying, Mrs. Jia Zhang slapped her thigh angrily: "Damn it Chu Heng, the good thing at home is so old, why can't I just give my grandson a bite of lunch meat?"
Coincidentally, Qin Huairu came home from get off work at this time. Seeing that the child was crying hard, she went up and asked.
After the old lady explained it, she encouraged her: "Hurry up to Chu's house and ask for some, just to show off your greed."
How could Qin Huairu do it? Last time, she borrowed ten kilograms of noodles and gnawed on her for several minutes, and everyone said that it wouldn't be that simple again.
She didn't want to give herself away just because of this little thing. Good steel must be used on the blade!
"I won't go. How can someone be willing to give me something as good as luncheon meat? If it hurts our face, how will our family manage people borrowing things from us in the future?"
When Mrs. Jia Zhang heard this, she thought the same thing. After a moment of hesitation, she stopped thinking and turned to comfort her precious grandson.
Although Chu Heng had eaten a lot, he was only half full.
He touched his still flat belly, stood up and lit the stove.
After the fire started, he brought the steamer and heated the lunch box that he had not eaten at noon.
This is considered a mess.
Finally having enough to eat and drink, he patted his bulging belly with satisfaction, wiped himself and started pouring food again.
After packing some rice and noodles, half a catty of fruit candies and a white-striped chicken, he got on his bicycle and went out.
Chu Heng planned to find Hu Zhengwen, his comrade who had been a scout, and ask him to help track Luo Yang and get some information about his grandson. Of course, it would be better if he could get some clues.
It's okay if he can't catch him. As long as he can understand Luo Yang's preferences and daily movements, he will naturally have many ways to deal with this grandson, and he can do it without anyone noticing!
He has watched Conan several times!
Hu Zhengwen is an employee of a steel rolling mill. He lives not far from Chu Heng's home and can reach the place in less than ten minutes by bike.
It is also a large courtyard, but it is a courtyard with two entrances. There are three households living in the front yard and four households living in the back yard. The environment is very clean and tidy, with nothing cluttered. It is much better than Chu Heng's.
After locking the bicycle, he carried his things into the hospital, just in time to have dinner at the Hu family.
The steamed buns, stir-fried cabbage and boiled sweet potatoes can be said to be a clear soup with little water.
But it is the normal dining table for most people, and it is not enough to eat.
There are very few people these days who can have meat every meal and fine food every meal like Chu Heng, except of course those capitalists left over from the old society.
"Monitor!"
Seeing Chu Heng come in, Hu Zhengwen quickly put down half of the cornbread in his hand, greeted him enthusiastically, and quickly asked his mother to cook, preparing to have a drink with his old squad leader.
Chu Heng smiled and declined him politely. He sat at Hu's house and chatted with Hu's father and mother for a while. Then he pulled Hu Zhengwen out and briefly talked about his affairs.
After hearing this, Hu Zhengwen was also filled with indignation. He patted his chest and assured him: "Squad leader, don't worry, leave this matter to me. I promise to find out for you even what color underwear he is wearing."
"I don't care what his pants are for." Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him, took out ten dollars from his body and patted it in his hand: "Take this money and use it as your activity expenses these days."
"You're just slapping me in the face." Hu Zhengwen, who was kind-hearted and honest, didn't want to take it. He hurriedly stuffed the money back and said angrily: "Squad leader, if you do this, find someone else."
"You silly boy, you don't even need any money. If you do, I'll save some money and buy some meat to eat." Chu Heng shook his head helplessly, stuffed the money back into his pocket, and after giving him a few more words, he said to Father Hu and Mother Hu.
