They went to a state-owned restaurant, and Yu Weiping ordered a few dishes, the most essential of which was the braised pork dish.
In this era of shortage of oil and water, braised pork is the most popular, it is large in quantity and rich in oil and water.
They also came early, and this state-owned restaurant is relatively large, so they can still serve braised pork in this era, but it is only served every Friday at noon, with only five portions, and they arrived just in time to catch the last portion.
, Yu Weiping quickly asked for it.
The guard went to the back kitchen and asked for a plate. He cut the sausage that Zhang Yu had brought over into slices and filled a large plate full of it.
This plate of sausages made everyone in the kitchen greedy.
"Uncle Yu, how do you like this sausage?"
Yu Weiping was not polite, picked up a piece with a kuaizi, tasted it, and gave a thumbs up: "This tastes good, not bad."
"Of course. The first time I ate their sausages, I thought they tasted amazing. Because their secret recipe is not shared with others, I had to pester them for a long time before they agreed to get me a batch of sausages and bacon."
Zhang Yu also picked up a piece, um, that’s the taste.
The first time he ate it, he thought it tasted amazing. When the pigs in his secret space grew up, he directly processed three of them with his consciousness and asked the family to make sausages and bacon for him.
He had eaten a lot during this period. Looking at the remaining inventory in the space, Zhang Yu suddenly felt a sense of crisis. No, when he went back, he would have to ask that family to make a few more batches for him.
They all had a large appetite. Four dishes, plus the sausages Zhang Yu brought over, and another soup, plus many staple foods were not enough.
Finally, another person was served a bowl of noodles, and everyone was full. The oil on the plate was soaked cleanly with steamed buns, so no bit was wasted.
Perhaps it was the first time that he was so close to his parents in this body, so Zhang Yu couldn't sleep, and he tossed and turned until he slowly fell asleep in the latter half of the night.
Moreover, he didn't sleep very long after falling asleep. Zhang Yu woke up just after dawn.
Zhang Yu and the others simply packed up and got ready to go out. Although Zhang Yu slept a little at night, he was not sleepy at all at this time and was very energetic.
On the way, Yu Weiping wanted Zhang Yu to rest for a while, because the current house is not very soundproof, and he is more sensitive.
So he heard clearly the sound of Zhang Yu tossing and turning and unable to sleep last night.
"No, Uncle Yu, let's take a rest after paying homage to our parents."
There was some silence during the journey after that. Zhang Yu looked out of the car window. Outside the car window, the scenery of Mo Lake flew by. Due to the season, the window looked very depressed. Looking out the window, Zhang Yu's mind was messy.
Memories of past and present lives.
As the car got closer to the Martyrs Cemetery, Zhang Yu and the others' faces became more and more serious.
"We're here." Yu Weiping's words brought their journey to an end.
When he arrived in front of his parents' tombstone, Zhang Yu couldn't help but burst into tears.
He thought that he had never met the original owner's parents and had no such deep feelings for them.
However, I don’t know that he is now entangled with the original owner, and it is impossible to tell who is the master and who is the slave?
The emotions of the two people are also integrated into one, so when facing the tombstone of the original owner's parents who died, he burst into tears instantly.
The photos of the two people on the tombstone were so clearly visible that the original owner did not even see his parents for the last time, and they parted ways forever.
At this moment, Zhang Yu really hoped that people would have an afterlife, and that the original owner could live happily with his parents in another world.
Seeing Zhang Yu crying, Zhao Feng hurriedly went to help him, but he couldn't help crying.
He is the eldest child of his family. When he can remember, his younger brothers and sisters were still young, so to a certain extent, he has enjoyed the love of all his relatives.
He even had this love alone for several years, so to a certain extent, he had no less feelings for Zhang Yu's parents.
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"Mom and dad, how are you doing there? I'm living a good life here. My sister-in-law is very good to me, my brothers and sisters are also very good to me, and I study well.
I am living a good life now. I don’t have to worry about food or clothing. You must also live well..."
After crying for a while, Zhang Yu took out the things he had brought with him from his bag, which he had prepared in advance, including some yellow paper and ingots, two bottles of wine, and some meat for tribute.
It hasn't started to break yet, it's old, and no one here will stop them from burning.
These things have nothing to do with superstition. In the final analysis, burning these things only makes the living people feel better, makes the living people feel at ease, and has some comfort in their hearts. It is just a way of sustenance.
"Xiaoyu, when did you prepare this?" Looking at the things Zhang Yu took out, Zhao Feng was a little confused as to why he had never seen these things before.
"I found an experienced craftsman to make it when I was in Beijing."
"What about these?" Zhao Feng pointed to the meat used as tribute.
"It was also prepared at that time. It's cold now, so I can put these things away. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I want my parents to have a good meal."
Hearing this, Zhao Feng stopped talking and just silently helped Zhang Yu burn the yellow paper and ingots. Then he found the plate that Zhang Yu brought and put the things away.
Yu Weiping couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He said why it felt so heavy. It turned out to be that he had brought so many things.
But when he turned around, his eyes were all red, and he muttered silently in his heart: "Brother Zhang, Comrade Xie, you have given birth to a good son. Don't worry, so many of us will take good care of him. You don't have to worry, little one."
Yu still has us."
After the worship ceremony, Zhang Yu took out some chrysanthemums from his bag. These chrysanthemums were obtained by signing in at a certain time.
It's not a real flower, it's the kind made of cloth. If it were any other flower, he could still keep it for decoration or something else, or give it to a little girl to wear.
But it happened to be chrysanthemum. He didn't know what it could be used for, so he put it all in the system space.
This time it was put to good use. He dedicated these chrysanthemums to every soldier who sacrificed his life for the motherland.
After the release, the group of people slowly went down the mountain. When they were going out, they happened to meet the gatekeeper.
"Comrade Yu, you have come to see your comrades." The gatekeeper was very familiar with Yu Weiping and the others, because they would come over to visit their comrades from time to time. Over time, they became familiar with each other.
"Well, let's see my old comrade. It's been more than a year in the blink of an eye. By the way, this is the child of my old comrade. His surname is Zhang."
