Free Days in Siheyuan

Zhang Yu asked again about Mrs. Sun's situation, and he was sure that he was only driven into a coma by anger, and that he was pushed down by that distant nephew.

Knowing that Mrs. Sun was fine, Zhang Yu was finally relieved.

As for what to bring when visiting patients, Zhang Yu can say with certainty that it is the most appropriate time to bring food.

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 check-in system as the backing, preparing these things couldn't be easier.

While thinking about it, Zhang Yu asked Uncle Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, when shall we go there?"

After setting the time, he can also go back and prepare things quickly.

Zhang Yu also plans to go to bed with him tonight, anyway, he can use the space to catch up on sleep during the day.

Uncle Zhao did some calculations, and then said: "I have to go and pack a few changes of clothes for Mr. Sun first, and then I'll make a couple of cushions. It will take half an hour anyway. How about it, I'll wait for you at the door in an hour."

"All right, I'll go back and prepare. By the way, Mr. Zhao, don't prepare dinner for Mrs. Sun today. I'll just do it."

"That's fine, your grandpa Sun usually likes your craft the most, and I'll leave the dinner to you tonight."

Since Zhang Yu intends to be filial, Uncle Zhao has no reason to stop him. I believe that the old man should prefer the rice sent by Zhang Yu.

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In his opinion, Zhang Yu should be filial to the old man.

As the grandpa in the yard, he knows many things that others don't.

Among them, Mr. Sun had already greeted the principals on the street, and agreed that after a hundred years, he would leave everything to Zhang Yu except for the things he wanted to bring, including the house he lived in now.

It can be said that Mrs. Sun really hurts Zhang Yu as a junior.

However, Zhang Yu's cooking is not bad at ordinary times, but whenever he cooks something delicious, he will serve a plate to Mr. Sun, and he will prepare new clothes for Mr. Sun during the holidays. It can be said that he is no worse than his blood-related grandchildren.

It can be said that the old and the young also complement each other.

Zhang Yu didn't know what Uncle Zhao was thinking, but felt that he was looking at him with more loving eyes.

"Then Uncle Zhao, it will take time for the food to be ready, so I'll go back first." Zhang Yu, who was looked at uncomfortable, hurried away, he didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

After he left, Uncle Zhao also chatted about Zhang Yu with his wife.

"Xiaoyu is getting better at handling things."

"Yeah, I almost look like an adult, how do you think the time has passed so quickly?" Aunt Zhao sighed, and then continued: "I still remember that when Gui Fang went to work in the street office, the older children also went to school, and Xiaoyu had no one to take care of him, so he had to be left in the yard. It was Grandpa Sun who offered to take care of the children for a while.

At that time, although Grandpa Sun was not young anymore, he was still in good health. He took Xiaoyu to wander around, and the two of them were very affectionate. Those who didn't know thought they were relatives.

You said that in the blink of an eye, how did time go by so fast?

Xiaoyu has grown into an adult! "

When he heard this, Uncle Zhao couldn't help but sighed: "Time really doesn't spare people at all!
But this child Xiaoyu is also destined to be with Mr. Sun. Do you remember when Mr. Sun just retired? "

"I remember, why don't I remember, Mr. Sun didn't look as kind as he is now when he first stepped back, and he always carried an evil spirit about him. Our family was half-grown at that time, and we were scared to cry several times." Speaking of the youngest son being scared to cry, the husband and wife couldn't help laughing out loud.

This is probably the happiest time as a parent, when you can laugh at the dark history of the children when they were young.

Even the always serious Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao couldn't escape this.

"Who says it's not? At that time, let alone the children in the yard, even the grown-ups were a little apprehensive when they saw Mr. Sun's evil spirit.

But it happened that Xiaoyu was that accident. Not only was he not afraid of Mr. Sun, but he also stayed close to him all day long.

But it 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 kept talking about it, and even hurt their youngest son again.

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The husband and wife chatted so much that they didn't notice the dark-faced little son standing behind them.

"Father, mother, what are you talking about?" The youngest son of the Zhao family couldn't bear to listen anymore, he interrupted his parents to dig into his childhood embarrassment.

Hearing his son's voice full of resentment, Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao were taken aback. Looking at the youngest son whose face was as dark as ink, they knew that they had heard the story of the two picking up the youngest son, and they were a little guilty.

But after thinking about it, I am his father (mother), so what's the point of telling a few jokes he made when he was a child?

He still couldn't deny that he was not good enough, after thinking it through, the two looked at each other, and then pretended to be nonchalant: "It's nothing to talk about, just talking about Xiaoyu's childhood."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Zhao looked at the watch on his wrist, and then slapped his thigh: "It's broken, it's broken, my wife and I have been talking endlessly, and it's been half an hour and I haven't done anything yet."

"Grandpa Sun's clothes haven't been packed yet, so why don't you hurry up." Hearing this, Aunt Zhao was also anxious. She directed her son to cook, and then she and Uncle Zhao went to pack the clothes for Grandpa Sun.

The youngest son of the Zhao family said that they were his parents, what can he do, what else can he do?
I can only accept it silently and cook honestly.

Not to mention that Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao packed things in a hurry, but Zhang Yu was much more organized.

He didn't remember very clearly his childhood memories, but he always remembered one thing, that is, no matter how far he ran, as long as he turned his head, he could see Mrs. Sun following behind him.

For Zhang Yu in this world, Mrs. Sun has always played the role of grandpa.

Although Zhang Yu's mind didn't stop, the movements in his hands were still orderly.

First, open the vent of the stove to make the briquettes more prosperous, and prepare to cook some millet porridge. Millet porridge is both nutritious and nourishing for the stomach, and it is best for patients to eat.

Then he directly took a lunch box and cracked a few eggs into it, preparing to steam some egg custard for Mrs. Sun.

Feeling a little vegetarian, he took out a piece of meat that he had stewed some time ago from the space, cut half of it and put it in the lunch box.