Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Seeing that He Yushui was angry, Shazhu tugged at her arm.

He Yushui turned his head and looked at Shazhu: "Brother, this is too much. I came back and took my house, so I won't say anything. Does this still mean that you have to eat and drink for free?"

The White Widow glanced at the table from the corner of her eye, and she was shocked when she saw it.

Obediently, the conditions are really good!

For six adults to eat, there are three meat and three vegetables on the table and a large bowl of soup, and a large plate of white flour steamed buns on the table is enough.

It was better than the two of us who ate during the Chinese New Year in Baoding.

Immediately, he felt that it was a wise decision for him to persuade He Daqing to return to Sijiu City.

The White Widow immediately put on a pitiful face: "Yu Shui, I know you look down on me, but you can't ignore your father and your brother, right? Your brother is still young after all!"

He Yushui didn't want to pay attention to the White Widow, and murmured in a low voice: "I know how to give birth, but I don't know what to raise."

The White Widow was stunned by He Yushui, and immediately pretended to cry.

Except for He Daqing, everyone in the room saw that the White Widow was acting for He Daqing.

Seeing this, Sha Zhu shook his head, sighed, and turned around to enter the kitchen.

He took a few steamed buns and a big bowl, put a little bit from every dish on the table into the bowl, and handed it to He Daqing.

"Dad, you can take it home and eat first. You can't watch you starve to death. But since you're back, you have to find a way to earn a salary. After all, you have to support three people. Let's forget about eating together. That's it." Over the years, we have gotten used to living without you."

He Daqing heard his son say this, and suddenly felt a little moist in the eye sockets.

After leaving that year, now seeing that his son has married and established a business, the sense of indebtedness gradually surfaced in his heart.

"Zhuzi, once I settle down, I'll try to make money."

After finishing speaking, he took the steamed buns and vegetables from Sha Zhu and dragged the White Widow back to the house.

The White Widow looked at the dishes on the table greedily: "Why, why don't you sit down and eat?! There are so many dishes, so we have three mouths, right?"

"Let's go, I really can't starve you anymore, go back and eat."

He Daqing couldn't help but dragged the White Widow back to the house.

Had dinner.

Lin Aijun looked out through the window.

Finding He Daqing sitting at the door of He Yushui's house and puffing out clouds, he opened the door and went out of the house, walking to He Daqing's side.

"Uncle He!"

He Daqing looked up at Lin Aijun, and thought for a while: "After I leave, how are Zhuzi and his brother and sister doing?"

"The first few years were indeed difficult, but the past few years have been pretty good." Li Aijun said vaguely.

In the first few years, he actually didn't know, because he hadn't crossed yet.

But if you think about it with your hair, life will not be too easy. In addition to the material shortage, the mental blow is not small.

"Seeing that the two brothers and sisters are doing well, I feel much better." He Daqing said with a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing this, Lin Aijun smiled noncommittally.

"Uncle He, do you know about the identities of my biological parents?"

He Daqing heard the words, looked up at Lin Aijun: "Do you want to find them?"

Lin Aijun lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Not necessarily, I just want to know why."

"Junzi, I really don't know about this. If Lao Lin didn't want to have a baby back then, I would have no way of knowing that you were brought here. It is impossible for other people in this courtyard to know. If anyone knows about this, the only one Probably the deaf old lady."

"She knows?" Lin Aijun was surprised when he heard this.

He Daqing tried his best to recall the original situation. He did gossip and asked Lin Qinghui about Junzi's biological parents, but Lao Lin was evasive and did not answer directly.

"The old lady must know that you brought me here. In the last days, Lao Lin and his wife were very close to the old lady. As for the identities of your biological parents, I'm not sure if the old lady knows. "He Daqing spoke slowly, exhaling smoke rings.

Lin Aijun tried hard to recall.

What is clearer in my mind is the days after time travel.

As for the memory of the original owner before time travel, except for some scenes of being dependent on Lin Zhaodi, the others are too vague, and I really can't remember it at all.

"Uncle He, rest early." Lin Aijun said, turning around to leave.

"Are you looking for the old lady?!" He Daqing asked with raised eyebrows.

Lin Aijun smiled and said, "I'm not going, I'm going back to sleep. If she wanted to tell me, she would have told me already."

He Daqing looked at Lin Aijun's back and grinned: "Hey, this kid is quite calm."

As soon as Lin Aijun left, Xu Damao walked out from the backyard and walked up to He Daqing.

Seeing that the cigarette in He Daqing's hand had burned to the butt of the cigarette, Xu Damao consciously took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and handed one up: "Uncle He, come!"

He Daqing squinted at Xu Damao, and took the cigarette from him.

"Your boy does not go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what do you want me to do?"

Xu Damao admitted generously: "Uncle He, there is indeed something wrong. I'll just ask that prescription."

"What prescription?!" He Daqing didn't react immediately.

"Tsk tsk, that's the prescription that made Lin Qinghui give birth to Lin Zhaodi." Xu Damao looked at He Daqing expectantly.

Only then did He Daqing recall Jia Zhang's mockery of Xu Damao in the morning, and couldn't help grinning: "Da Mao, are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I'm very sure. One or two of them in this yard have children, but I don't have any news. I don't want to be like the old man who doesn't even have a person to die when I get old." Xu Damao said extremely firmly.

He Daqing was secretly happy when he heard this.

I was still worrying just now, but I just returned to Sijiu City, and I don't have much money in my pocket.

It was the time to worry about death, and the wronged one came to the door.

"Da Mao, my prescription is passed down from my ancestors, so I can't give it away for free! I have always sold this prescription."

After finishing speaking, He Daqing put the cigarette that Xu Damao handed over in his mouth.

"Uncle He, for the sake of our neighbors for many years, consider me cheaper?" Xu Damao smiled and took out a match, struck it, and a yellow flame appeared in the dark night.

"Let me give you a friendly price! At the beginning, Lao Lin spent ten yuan, so I will give you the same price?" He Daqing settled the account, saving some money, ten yuan can also be used for ten days and a half months Well, he figured out a way to get some more work to do during this time.

When Xu Damao heard it, he immediately felt that He Daqing opened his mouth aloud.

"Uncle He, you just have such a prescription. It's too expensive to ask me for ten yuan. Besides, I don't know if it will work!"

He Daqing rolled his eyes and made a gesture to go into the house.

"Da Mao, who doesn't know that your family is a rich owner in the courtyard, and you still have to worry about your Uncle He for such a small amount of money? If you don't want it, forget it."

Xu Damao wiped his face: "All right, all right, deal!"

He Daqing, who had his back to Xu Damao, grinned when he heard the words.