Zhang Yu asked again about Mr. Sun's situation and confirmed that he was only unconscious because of his anger and being pushed down by his distant nephew.
Knowing that Mrs. Sun was fine, Zhang Yu finally felt relieved.
As for what to bring when visiting patients, Zhang Yu can definitely say that it is most appropriate to bring food at this time.
To be more specific, the more oil and water, the greater the sugar content, the better.
Fortunately, this is not difficult for Zhang Yu. As he has a space and a sign-in system as a backing, preparing these things couldn't be easier.
Zhang Yu was thinking about it and asked Uncle Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, when will we go there?"
After setting a time, he can quickly go back and prepare things.
Zhang Yu also plans to go over and stay with him in bed tonight, since he can still use the space to catch up on his sleep during the day.
Uncle Zhao did some calculations, and then said: "I have to pack a few changes of clothes for Mr. Sun first, and then I can help the two of them. It's only half an hour. Let's do this. I'll be waiting at the door in an hour.
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"Okay, I'll go back and prepare. By the way, Uncle Zhao, don't prepare food for Mrs. Sun today. I'll just prepare it."
"Okay, your old lady Sun usually likes your cooking the most, so tonight's meal will be left to you."
Since Zhang Yu intends to be filial, Uncle Zhao has no reason to stop him. I believe the old man would prefer the meal sent by Zhang Yu.
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In his opinion, Zhang Yu should be filial to the old man.
As the oldest man in the courtyard, he knows many things that others don't know.
Among them, Mr. Sun had already said hello to the people in charge of the street, and agreed that after a hundred years, except for the things he wanted to take with him, everything else would be left to Zhang Yu, including the house he lives in now.
It can be said that Mr. Sun really treated Zhang Yu as if he were a junior.
However, Zhang Yu's cooking is not bad at ordinary times. Whenever he makes some delicious food, he will bring a plate to Mr. Sun. During the holidays, he will also prepare new clothes for Mr. Sun. It can be said that he is no better than the grandchildren who are related by blood.
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It can be said that the old and the young complement each other.
Zhang Yu didn't know what Uncle Zhao was thinking, but he only felt that his eyes were looking at him more and more lovingly.
"Uncle Zhao, it will take time to prepare the food, so I will go back first." Zhang Yu, who felt uncomfortable at the sight, hurriedly left. He didn't want to stay in this place any longer.
After he left, Uncle Zhao also chatted with his wife about Zhang Yu.
"Xiaoyu is getting better and better at doing things."
"Yeah, I'm almost an adult now. Why do you think time flies by so fast?" Aunt Zhao sighed, and then continued: "I still remember that year when Guifang just went to work at the subdistrict office.
The older children also went to school, and Xiaoyu had no one to take care of him, so he had to leave him in the yard. Mr. Sun took the initiative to take care of their children for a while.
At that time, although Mr. Sun was not young anymore, he was still in good health. He took Xiaoyu around for a stroll. The two of them were so affectionate that some people who didn't know it thought they were biological grandparents.
You said, in the blink of an eye, why does time fly by so fast?
Xiaoyu has grown into an adult!"
When he heard this, Uncle Zhao couldn't help but sigh: "Time is really not forgiving at all!
But Xiaoyu and Mr. Sun are also destined to be together. Do you remember when Mr. Sun just retired?"
"Remember, why don't you remember? When Mr. Sun first retired, he didn't look as kind as he does now. He always had an evil aura about him. Our family was almost half a child at that time, and we were scared to tears several times.
Yeah." When talking about their youngest son being frightened and crying, the couple couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This is probably the happiest time as a parent, when you can unscrupulously laugh at the dark history of your children when they were young.
Even Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao, who are always serious, cannot escape this.
"Who says it's not the case? Not to mention the children in the yard at that time, even the adults felt a little embarrassed when they saw the evil aura on Mr. Sun's body.
But what happened to Xiaoyu was that unexpected thing. Not only was he not afraid of Mr. Sun, but he also stayed close to him all day long.
But this must be fate! God is also afraid that Mr. Sun will be lonely in his later years, so he sent him a child who is not afraid of him."
Speaking of the fate between Zhang Yu and Mr. Sun, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao couldn't stop talking about it, and they also hurt their younger son again.
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The couple were so busy chatting that they didn't even notice the dark-faced little son standing behind them.
"Dad, Mom, what are you talking about?" The youngest son of the Zhao family, who couldn't stand listening anymore, interrupted his parents to dig into the embarrassing things that happened to him when he was a child.
Listening to his son's voice full of resentment, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao were startled. Looking at their little son, whose face was as dark as ink, they knew that they had heard the two of them cheating on their little son, and they felt guilty.
But then I thought about it, I am his father (mother), what can I do if I tell him a few jokes he made when he was a child?
He could still deny himself. After thinking about it, the two of them looked at each other, and then pretended to be nonchalant: "We didn't talk about anything, we just talked about Xiaoyu's childhood."
After saying that, Uncle Zhao looked at the watch on his wrist, and then patted his thigh: "It's broken, it's broken, your wife and I can't stop talking about this. It's been half an hour and I still haven't said anything."
Doing it."
"Mr. Sun's clothes haven't been packed yet, so why don't you go quickly?" Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao became anxious. She directed her son to cook, and then she and Uncle Zhao went to pack Mr. Sun's clothes.
The youngest son of the Zhao family said that those were his parents. What could he do? What else could he do?
I can only accept it silently and cook honestly.
Not to mention that Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao were packing things in a hurry, but Zhang Yu was much more organized.
He didn't remember his childhood memories very clearly, but one thing he always remembered was that no matter how far he ran, as long as he turned around, he would see Old Mrs. Sun following behind him.
For Zhang Yu in this world, Mrs. Sun has always played the role of grandfather.
Although Zhang Yu's mind did not stop, the movements in his hands were still orderly.
First, open the vent of the stove to let the briquettes burn more vigorously, and prepare to cook some millet porridge. Millet porridge is nutritious and nourishes the stomach, so it is perfect for patients.
Then I took a lunch box, cracked a few eggs into it, and prepared to steam some egg custard for Mrs. Sun.
Feeling a bit vegetarian, I took out a piece of meat from the space that I had braised some time ago, cut it in half and put it in the lunch box.
