Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1205 - 218_2

When the younger generation hears about going to grandpa and grandma's house, they can feel worried and downcast a week in advance. When it gets closer, they're all sitting upright, afraid of drawing any attention.

Run Sheng bought some sweet potatoes and saw Mr. Li and Xiao Yuan coming out, so he carried the sweet potatoes and walked over.

On the way, he encountered a young man whose gaze was sharp. The young man both stopped him and began to size him up.

Run Sheng was about to reach out and push him away, but the young man stepped back half a step, as if ready for action.

"Marquis Runsheng, over here!"

Li Sanjiang's shout made the young man withdraw his stance and step aside.

Run Sheng looked at him somewhat puzzled and then quickly caught up.

"Mr. Li, sweet potato."

"Why did you only buy one?"

"Mr. Li, you wouldn't believe how expensive sweet potatoes are here."

Run Sheng gestured to Li Sanjiang.

Li Sanjiang's eyes widened: "That expensive? Are they robbing people? Then why did you even buy one?"

Run Sheng: "..."

Li Sanjiang took out the sweet potato, broke it into three pieces, kept one for himself, and then handed the others to Xiao Yuan and Run Sheng, turning to the elder beside him and said,

"Brother, save your appetite for some noodles."

The elder smiled and nodded.

Li Sanjiang then said to Xiao Yuan and Run Sheng, "Let's try it and see what's so different about these expensive sweet potatoes."

Taking a bite, he tasted it carefully and asked puzzled, "Seems no different from the ones we grow?"

Run Sheng: "Not even as good as the ones we grow."

Li Sanjiang: "Run Sheng, why are you peeling it? It's so expensive; even the skin must weigh a lot."

Run Sheng scratched his head: "My grandpa taught me, you have to peel sweet potatoes; otherwise, it looks like your family has no grain and can only chew on sweet potatoes."

Li Sanjiang licked his fingers, smacking his lips and said, "You're lucky to have survived following Shan Pao."

The noodle shop was there.

Li Zhiyuan, Li Sanjiang, and Grandpa Bei sat at one table.

Run Sheng voluntarily sat at the same table with the young man who was following behind.

Li Sanjiang waved to the young man who had handed him a lighter the other day,

"Nephew, order whatever noodles you like, don't stand on ceremony!"

Young Man: "Thank you, Mr. Li, I'm not hungry. I ate before I came out, really not trying to be polite, you go ahead and eat."

"Oh, I see, Marquis Runsheng, why are you just sitting there? Call the boss to get you ten bowls of noodles to fill up!"

Run Sheng shook his head: "I'm not hungry either, Mr. Li."

Since the one opposite wasn't eating, he wouldn't eat either. He had to keep an eye on the other man at all times.

Li Sanjiang scratched his head puzzled: "Not hungry? Is the sun rising in the west today?"

Seeing that they really weren't eating, Li Sanjiang ordered three bowls of stewed noodles and two small cold dishes.

"Brother, do you drink alcohol?"

"I can drink a bit with you, my old friend."

"Okay, then let's have a drink, Little Yuanhou, go help grandmaster pick some liquor."

Li Zhiyuan got up from the table and went to the counter to get two bottles of beer.

Seeing it's beer, Li Sanjiang felt a bit disappointed.

"Grandmaster, we still have plans this afternoon."

"This beer has no flavor..."

"The liquor here is expensive."

"Fine, beer is refreshing."

Li Zhiyuan opened the bottles and poured beer for Grandmaster and Grandpa Bei.

"Come on, old brother, let's drink one." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Alright, let's drink one."

The two elders clinked their glasses and downed them in one go.

The young man at the next table immediately stood up, and Run Sheng's eyes narrowed.

The elder waved his hand, and only then did the young man sit back down.

Li Zhiyuan took a head of garlic from a pot on the table and started peeling it.

When the noodles were served, the young man divided the peeled garlic into two portions, giving one to Grandmaster and one to Grandpa Bei.

Li Sanjiang took a bite of garlic, immediately followed by a bite of noodles, then opened his mouth. The garlic was so spicy that his cheeks went numb.

The elder smiled and said, "Old brother, don't you have the habit of eating noodles with garlic at home?"

Li Sanjiang quickly drank some beer to suppress it, saying, "We don't have that habit where I'm from; do you want some?"

"I eat it."

"Then you can have all of mine."

"Okay."

The elder gathered the peeled garlic from in front of Li Sanjiang to his side and said, "When I was young, I didn't have this habit either. Back then, where could we find white noodles to eat."

Li Zhiyuan had peeled enough garlic for two people, but the elder ate it all himself, unwilling to leave any. He really took a bite of noodles and a clove of garlic, sweating on his forehead and his eyes slightly red due to age and diminished health.

"Old brother, want another bowl?"

"No, no, can't fit anymore. I can't eat like I used to. Back then, if you let me eat freely, I could eat five big bowls!"

Li Sanjiang: "Haha, back then we were short on oil and water, so we ate a lot, but no matter how much we ate, we'd get hungry fast."

The two elders started their standard dining session, reminiscing about hard times and appreciating sweetness.

Li Zhiyuan didn't feel much about this, having never been short of food and clothing in his childhood. After returning to Nantong, he only had a few days of plain meals at Li Weihan's house before being taken back by Grandmaster to have meat in every meal.

However, Run Sheng felt quite emotional inside, but he really couldn't blame the era for his past hunger.

The elder said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to visit the military museum."

Li Sanjiang waved his hand: "No need, no need, you must be busy."

The elder: "You treated me to noodles; I'll be your guide. It's only fair."

Li Sanjiang blinked: "Alright then, let's go together, Little Yuanhou, go call a cab."

"Okay."

Li Sanjiang was unwilling to drink hard liquor by himself, but he was even more reluctant to have Little Yuanhou walk, and the buses in Beijing... they were indeed too crowded.

He focused on saving for himself, while his great-grandson should enjoy.

After hailing a taxi, Li Sanjiang got into the back seat, Grandpa Bei also sat in, and Li Zhiyuan had to sit in the front passenger seat.

Run Sheng intended to squeeze in too, but the young man stopped him, and then a small sedan drove over, and Run Sheng got into the leader's car.