Then he felt that Zhang Yu was lying to him, so he raised his head, rubbed his neck, and said with great certainty: "Who are you listening to nonsense? I didn't drink. If you don't believe it, ask Uncle Zhao if he has."
Did you see me drinking?"
The moment he finished speaking, two pairs of eyes looked at Uncle Zhao at the same time.
Facing the menacing looks from both men, Uncle Zhao subconsciously took a step back.
Don't tell me, he actually saw Mr. Sun drinking.
But seeing the threat in Mr. Sun's eyes, Uncle Zhao didn't know whether he should say anything or not.
Seeing him like this, what else does Zhang Yu not understand?
"I'll search your place when I get back and take away all the wine." Zhang Yu made his own decision. It wasn't that he didn't want Mr. Sun to drink, but that Mr. Sun's health didn't allow it.
"I didn't drink. Where did the wine come from in the house?" At this time, Mr. Sun was still holding his neck and refused to admit that he drank secretly.
"It's best if you don't drink." Zhang Yu nodded. Just when Mr. Sun thought that his wine had escaped him this time, Zhang Yu suddenly said something that completely dispelled his thoughts: "Since you have never drank,
, then I think the wine under the upside-down jar does not belong to you, I will find its owner when I get back."
At this time, Mr. Sun was completely confused. He couldn't help but show an expression of astonishment on his face. How did Xiaoyu know that he was hiding under the upside-down jar?
Facing Mr. Sun's disbelief, Zhang Yu felt much more comfortable.
It’s a joke. The original owner and the old man have been together since childhood. In addition, adults at that time didn’t take children seriously. They felt that they didn’t understand anything and would not avoid children in many things. As time went by,
The original owner naturally knew many things.
For example, Zhang Yu dug out the place where the old man hid his wine from his distant memory.
An upside-down jar, usually used as a stand for a washbasin.
Don’t tell me, most people would never think of that!
Although I'm not sure if there is still alcohol there now, it's just a matter of course to cheat.
Didn't this make him cheat out, and sure enough, he was still hiding in the same place.
Speaking of this, I still have to blame Mr. Sun for his own carelessness.
In the past, Mr. Sun didn't take little Zhang Yu seriously and let him see it, but now it has become Zhang Yu's means to suppress him.
Sure enough, sometimes children can't make you do something, but their ability to do bad things is very powerful.
Zhang Yu decided to remember this lesson. Certain things really need to be hidden from children.
Mr. Sun opened his mouth, not knowing whether to admit that it was his.
But it would be useless to admit it now. Xiaoyu would not let him drink, and he might even be criticized. He could only say heartbrokenly: "That's fine! Go back and ask who is hiding there?"
But deep down in my heart, I cried out sadly because of the wine that was about to be lost: "His wine! His wine! His poor wine!"
He felt that he was very strict, how could Xiaoyu know?
But Zhang Yu didn't want to clear up his doubts. Nonsense, if Mr. Sun followed his old habit of hiding wine, he could still explain it to him.
But if he knew about it and changed places, it would be difficult to search.
Although with the old man's ability to hide things, it is not difficult to find them even if he changes places, but does it increase the difficulty?
Zhang Yu didn't want to do so much useless work.
Mr. Sun covered his heart and kept feeling sorry for his wine.
The patients in the same ward burst into laughter when they saw this scene.
Mr. Sun was naturally unhappy. He turned around and glared at him. Then he chewed the braised pork in his mouth vigorously, as if he was biting someone. At the end, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and said in a strange way: "How do I remember?
The doctor said yesterday that someone can't drink. So what did some people drink secretly while hiding in bed last night? Do you want me to tell someone's son? If that's not possible, it's okay to tell someone's wife.
."
As soon as Mr. Sun said these words, the patient immediately became scared. The old woman gave many instructions before returning home, not allowing him to drink. If she knew that he had secretly drank, she would nag him to death.
Thinking of his wife's ability to nag and his son's mouth that was exactly like his own, the patient shuddered involuntarily and then begged for mercy.
Seeing his cowardly appearance, Mr. Sun finally felt comfortable.
Humph! How dare you read his jokes!
Regarding the confrontation between the two old men, Zhang Yu pretended not to see it, carefully opened the lunch box containing millet porridge, placed it in front of Mr. Sun, and whispered softly: "Millet porridge is good for your stomach. I made it specially for you. Try it."
How does it taste?"
Mr. Sun took a sip and gave Zhang Yu a thumbs up: "Fragrant!"
"If it smells good, drink more."
The way the two of them got along made the patient next to him feel envious.
He has many descendants, but none of them takes the time to deliver meals like Zhang Yu.
I just say I'm busy, I just say I don't have time.
Only the old woman and the caregivers hired by her sons were guarding him.
This is not to say that the caregiver is not good. The caregiver is very attentive and takes good care of him, but no matter how good he is, it is not as good as having children and grandchildren surrounding him.
The envious look in his eyes made Mr. Sun whet his appetite and the food tasted even more delicious.
Zhang Yu couldn't help but sigh: The elders are right, old kids, old kids, people become more childish as they get older, and this is showing off.
However, he is also willing to coax Mr. Sun and make others envy him.
During this period, Zhang Yu politely asked the patient if he had eaten, and would you like to have a bite together?
The patient waved his hand and refused. The nurse had just given him a meal, and he was really not hungry now.
I was just a little envious when I saw Mr. Sun eating well and having Zhang Yu by his side.
Seeing Mr. Sun eating half of the braised pork in one go, and continuing to stretch his chopsticks in, Zhang Yu silently pressed his chopsticks, then changed the positions of the steamed eggs and braised pork, and coaxed: "Old Master
, you have eaten a lot of meat today, eat some steamed eggs, steamed eggs are easy for digestion, if you are willing to eat braised pork, I will bring it to you tomorrow."
The old man was not an unscrupulous person. He also knew the condition of his body. Although he was a little unwilling to do so, he still took back the chopsticks that were reaching for the braised pork and ate the steamed egg.
However, as soon as the steamed eggs were eaten, my eyes lit up. The steamed eggs tasted good too!
After that, he started to eat voraciously.
After Mr. Sun ate for a while, Zhang Yu estimated that he had almost eaten, so he packed up the remaining food.
Seeing Zhang Yu putting away the dishes, Mr. Sun said: "Put it away and keep it warm for tomorrow for my breakfast."
