MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 352 352. Life

   Chapter 352 352. Life

  Song Tan's house was in full swing, and brother Zhang's car was almost smoking. Every day, he was full of confidence and pulled out express delivery by car after car.

  In the quiet community of the imperial capital, Lao Zhuzheng happily put 10 freshly rolled cigarettes in the special cigarette case he bought, and happily put them in his pockets, and prepared to go out with his hands behind his back.

   And at this moment, the phone rang.

  His very busy son called: "Dad, how are you doing? I just have a rest today, so come and see you."

  Old Zhu is not very happy—the son is not caring, he rests when he rests, and is busy with his own work. He is planning to show off to his old friends!

  So he snorted: "Where did you go?"

   Don't come if you haven't set off yet.

  But the other party laughed: "Dad, it's just down the mountain."

  Old Zhu:…

  He had no choice but to answer with a grunt, and then returned to the yard.

   After thinking about it, he was his own son, so he started to talk about it again:

   "Is there any tremella soup left? Serve a bowl later."

   "There is also the chili sauce burrito that I ate the day before yesterday, which was also delicious. Can this still be done?"

   "By the way, where do I put my honey?"

   "When Yuntao comes up later, make a glass of honey water first."

  Finally, he took out the cigarette rolling machine again, took the shredded tobacco that he had finally snatched, and rolled one by one.

  Old Zhu thought to himself, after all, it was his heartfelt affection for his son-give him ten!

   But after rolling 5 cigarettes, he was a little bit reluctant. The granddaughter said that it was difficult to change this thing, and there are not many people at all.

  As a smoker, he knows how precious this thing is in their hearts, so he simply put away the cigarette rolling device at this moment—

   It's not about being reluctant, it's mainly for the sake of my son's health.

  Smoking is harmful to health.

  It doesn't matter if the old man smokes a bit, the son who is in his prime can't be delayed.

   After such a toss, it didn't take long for the son to go up the mountain.

  Old Zhu’s son is named Zhu Yuntao, and he is too busy to touch the ground on weekdays. No, it’s rare that he has time, so he hurried up the mountain to visit his old father.

  As soon as he entered the yard, the cool breeze blew, which made his restless heart calm down.

   After entering the house, I saw Lao Zhu sitting in the living room, the fan was blowing slowly, which was more comfortable than turning on the air conditioner.

  Seeing his son coming in, Lao Zhu raised his chin: "Yuntao, drink this cup of honey water, just made it."

  At this age, who doesn’t know a little about health preservation? The honey water that Lao Zhu asked someone to brew was warm.

  When holding the cup, Zhu Yuntao resisted because of the heat. But as soon as the honey water enters the throat, the cool and sweet honey sweetness instantly spreads densely in the mouth.

  Combined with the warm water flowing down the stomach, the whole body seemed to be washed from the inside to the outside, and it was extremely ironed.

  There was a fine layer of hot sweat on his body, and his agitated heart slowly calmed down.

   "This honey is good!"

  Old Zhu frowned slowly.

  But Zhu Yuntao didn't notice it, he looked at his old father's expression, and couldn't help laughing now: "Dad, your complexion is really good during this time."

  Just sat down on his buttocks, and saw that the kitchen hurriedly brought over a large bowl of white fungus soup.

   It was not long after it was taken out of the refrigerator, and it was still cool to the touch.

  Just listen to Lao Zhu and order: "Quick, drink the white fungus soup."

  Zhu Yuntao: …

   That is to say, why is his dad so meticulous and considerate now?

   Tell him that he is not used to it.

   And when you come up, drink honey water first, and then come with sweet white fungus soup... Is there something weird about this?

  However, thinking about the good taste of the honey water before, he obediently picked up the spoon, and then took a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

Well!

   "This tremella is really good!"

  He put down the bowl and took a closer look. He saw that there were not too many white fungus in it, and it was torn into pieces, but the jelly was smooth and thick, and the taste was very good.

   "Dad, where did you get such a good thing?"

  Old Zhu couldn't hold back anymore: "This is from my granddaughter! Why, didn't the tea and honey I gave you before?"

   But it also made Lao Zhu jealous!

  Zhu Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then remembered, and then couldn't laugh or cry:

   "I sent them and put them at home. You also know that our family does not lack these things. The unpacked ones have not been eaten before. I guess they are stuffed in the storage room... I didn't expect the taste to be so good..."

  He was already amazed after only one sip, and he thought that he would have to find out anything after going back.

  However, this already made Lao Zhu very angry:

   "You have no vision! Don't eat good things, put them in the storage room and wait for the cubs!"

   "Thanks to my eldest granddaughter being so filial, I will send you the things first, and my grandpa will be at the back of the queue!"

  Zhu Yuntao: …

  He looked up blankly: Okay, why are you angry? This thing is pretty good, but it won't break if left alone!

  Although he now thinks of the smell and regrets it...

  Old Zhu punched the cotton, glanced at him, and said nothing more.

   Waiting for the son to finish eating the white fungus soup, seeing his anxious and excited expression disappear, the father and son sat down and chatted steadily.

   Zhu Yuntao never talked about work matters at home. But it’s been a long time since we saw each other, so I have something else to say, such as how the old father’s life in this nursing home is—

   Look at the complexion is quite good, but as a son of man, he still wants to hear some more detailed ones.

   While he was talking, Lao Zhu took out a very fashionable cigarette case from his pocket, and then took out a slender cigarette without any logo.

  He frowned: "Dad, you can't smoke more now!"

  Old Zhu became even angrier when he heard this: "Smoking more?! Do you know how economical I am? I now have 10 a day! Most of them dare not!"

   There is really too little shredded tobacco, and I feel a little reluctant to smoke every cigarette.

  In the past, he was a heavy smoker, and he needed at least two packs of cigarettes a day. After repeated orders, he only dropped to one and a half packs aggrievedly.

   Now it's good, 10! It hurts to say it.

  Zhu Yuntao frowned, seeing his father's flushed face, he was willing to believe it. But everyone smokes, who doesn't know who?

  Why can’t it be changed for decades, and suddenly there are 10 sticks a day?

besides…

   "Where did you get this cigarette? It doesn't look like ours."

  Speaking of this, it is simply the most proud achievement of the year for Lao Zhu. At this moment, he is like a child showing off his treasure, pushing the 5 cigarettes he prepared in advance to his son:

   "Here, you taste. This is for you."

  Zhu Yuntao: …

   Not really.

   But it also inevitably reminded him of the past - when he was 16 years old and learning to smoke, his father blocked him from the door and smoked him half to death with a belt.

   Now that he is in his forties or fifties, his father offered to hand him the cigarettes for him to smoke—

  Life!

   Good night Pokémon.

  (end of this chapter)