Rebirth's Private Kitchen

Winter, December.

At around [-]:[-] p.m., the sun had gradually set, and in the sunset, an old bus slowly drove out in front of some potholed concrete roads.

The 50-year-old driver stared ahead with a cigarette in his mouth. Even though he was already familiar with the bumpy gravel road, the big man couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.His walkie-talkie also makes a "chi chi chi" noise from time to time, which is even more annoying.

There were a few people sitting scattered in the carriage, chatting in twos and threes, as if they all knew each other a little bit.Tang Lin tightened his collar and exhaled a cloud of white air towards the car window. Seeing the white air sticking to the glass, he stretched out his hand and wiped it away.

Tang Lin has repeated this action several times within half an hour, and the people around only thought it was this childish little game when they saw it.Only Tang Lin himself knew the ups and downs and indescribable emotions in his heart when he looked at the familiar scenery flashing by outside the wiped window glass over and over again.

When I woke up, I found that I was lying in the warm quilt of the school dormitory. I heard the shouts of bustling students outside the door, and what I saw was a small, dark and messy six-person room.

Just a blink of an eye, without warning, Tang Lin returned from 23 years old to 18 years old.

The woman in her thirties who was sitting by the front door of the car finished knocking the melon seeds in her hand, looked up at the painted stop sign from far to near outside the car, clapped her hands, and shouted loudly: "Tangjia Village is here, The car will only stop for 30 minutes, if you want to get off the car, get off quickly, if anyone wants to get on the car, hurry up!"

Just as Tang Lin jumped out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew. He rubbed his hands, paused for a few seconds, and then walked quickly towards a very familiar direction.

On the hillside next to the path, an old man walked slowly leading a yellow ox, and looked at Tang Lin who was walking quickly with some surprise.

"Boy Tang, are you coming back?"

Tang Lin didn't turn his head back, but just raised his hand: "Master Kang, I'll go back and see my grandfather first, and then I'll meet you for a drink."

The scalper snorted twice in Tang Lin's direction. Kang Ye looked at Tang Lin's back in a hurry, patted the snorting scalper, shook his head and said, "These young people are in a hurry..."

After passing the hillside, I turned a corner and entered a house with ups and downs. The land around the house is not painted with cement, it is all sand and gravel. The houses are about one meter apart from each other. You can see several hens every few steps. The chicken and a few chicks were pecking at the rice grains in the sand.After walking forward for a few more steps, the line of sight suddenly widened, and dozens of acres of fields were facing a two-story country house made of white bricks.

An old man wearing a straw hat was squatting in front of a field and was picking a handful of celery from a bamboo basket next to him. Just as he was about to get up, he happened to stare blankly at the young man standing still in front of the house door, and shouted: "Little Lin, How did you come back?"

Tang Lin also saw the old man in the field. He quickly took off his coat and threw it on the wooden chair in front of the small villa. He replied: "Grandpa, you sit down, I'll grab some green pepper snow peas and fry two more dishes tonight."

"What's the matter with you, boy?" Mr. Tang scolded with a smile, and instead of arguing with Tang Lin for this job, he patted the mud on his palm, took out the long pipe that was placed aside, and took out a cigarette from the pouch. Put the tobacco leaves on the cigarette holder, light the tobacco leaves on the lighter, take a deep breath into the cigarette holder, exhale a puff of white mist, and say, "The old man remembers correctly, today is Wednesday, Xiao Xie actually asked you to come back?"

Seeing that the green peppers and dutch beans were almost picked, Tang Lin picked up the bamboo basket, walked to Mr. Tang, and said, "I suddenly wanted to come back, so I ran back. I asked Teacher Xie for leave."

"You boy..." Mr. Tang stood up and patted Tang Lin on the shoulder vigorously, "Go, go and catch a big fat chicken, and then go to the old house to get a jar of snake wine. Today, the two of you have a good time." Have a meal."

"Row."

Tang Lin smiled, stepped forward to support Mr. Tang, first helped Mr. Tang back into the house, then went to the old earthen house with blue bricks and red tiles in front of the small villa to fetch the new wine that Mr. Tang brewed just last year, folded it When I came back, I caught the old hen resting in the bamboo cage placed in the open backyard of the small villa.

Mr. Tang was sitting on a tan rattan rocking chair, facing Lin who was busy in the kitchen, holding the pipe in his hand, squinting his eyes, and puffed on, feeling uncomfortable.

Thinking about the old man's body, Tang Lin made a chicken soup with Codonopsis ginseng and wolfberry, and fried a plate of shredded pork with green pepper and snow peas with minced garlic before going to call for old man Tang.

Mr. Tang picked up a big chicken drumstick for Tang Lin, looked at the three delicious dishes, smiled and said: "Xiao Lin, your skills are almost catching up with the old man, look at this fragrance, people from all over the world can smell it arrive."

Tang Lin filled a bowl of chicken soup for Mr. Tang, put a few more dishes on his rice bowl, and said with satisfaction: "Grandmother Tang has long recognized my craftsmanship, saying that I have this dish in a few villages far and near." It's done."

"You bastard." Mr. Tang scolded with a smile, but he was very proud of his grandson's skill in his heart.

Seeing that the old man was smiling happily, Tang Lin became happy too.

Although the times are developing rapidly now, everyone in Tangjia Village still retains the old habits, especially now in the cold winter night, the night is getting darker, the people in the village have shrunk into the bed early, and entered the sweet dreamland, the village is full of stars. The light is gradually dimmed.

At night, the trees outside the house were rustled by the wind, and there were no insects.

The winter morning came with a few loud cock crows. Tang Lin didn't sleep well that night. He opened his eyes and looked at the gray ceiling, but he didn't get up. He heard the deep snoring of Mr. Tang.

It was only at this time that Tang Lin fully realized that he really went back to the past, back to the week before his grandfather passed away.

In his previous life, Mr. Tang had a serious illness at the beginning of the year and stayed in the hospital for a long time. At that time, the hospital issued an "ultimatum".Mr. Tang knew that he might have to "go", so he began to be unwilling to stay in the hospital.Granny Tang and Tang Lin couldn't resist, so they took him home.Back at the small villa, the pain on Mr. Tang's body seemed to disappear all of a sudden. He was able to walk and move, and he seemed much stronger.

In his previous life, Tang Lin didn't think too much about it. At that time, Tang Lin happened to be a third-year student in high school. He took care of Mr. Tang who was hospitalized, but his study progress fell behind for two weeks. left school.

Until the end of the year, except for some minor illnesses and pains, Mr. Tang's body was in good health. After everyone let go of the boulder that weighed on their hearts, on December [-]th, Tang Lin received the news of Mr. Tang's death.

Tang Lin looked up at the calendar hanging in the corner, feeling a little dazed.

Not a month earlier, not a year earlier.It was only seven days back from the heavy days in her previous life.

When it was almost six o'clock, Tang Lin heard coughing sounds from the side, got up neatly, and turned on the light.Mr. Tang sat up, beat his back, got out of bed, and didn't ask Tang Lin to help him.

"Hey, people are disobedient when they are old." Mr. Tang frowned, shook his head and sighed.

"Grandmother Tang said that you are better at work than some people in the village." Tang Lin smiled, and went to turn on the lights in the hall and toilet for Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang is just eighty this year. It may be because of his age that he always sleeps restlessly at night and has the habit of waking up at night. When Tang Lin was studying in the town, he would ask Mr. Tang to put the urine bucket in the room and open it at night. Turn on the light so that you won't fall when you get up in the middle of the night.And as long as Tang Lin is at home, Tang Lin will sleep in the same room with Mr. Tang on a simple iron bed. No matter how sleepy he is, as long as he hears the slightest sound of Mr. Tang getting up, he will take the initiative to get up and take care of Mr. Tang.It might be Tang Lin's return, Mr. Tang had a rare sleep last night.

At five or six in the morning, the sky was still dark.

Mr. Tang returned to the bed after going to the toilet, but he didn't have the habit of continuing to catch up on sleep.

Tang Lin smiled, rolled up the iron bed with the warm quilt still remaining, climbed onto Mr. Tang's mahogany bed, and propped up the quilt to wrap Mrs. Tang and himself together.

Mr. Tang patted the back of Tang Lin's hand outside the quilt repeatedly, and sighed softly.Since this week, my body has been getting heavier and heavier, and I often dream of the figure of the old woman. Mr. Tang always feels that this is some kind of omen.At this time, Tang Lin, who was supposed to be busy preparing for the final exam, suddenly ran back.Is it God's will?

Mr. Tang's eyes fell on the big sandalwood desk beside the bed, wondering if he should tell Tang Lin about it.

Following his grandfather's gaze, Tang Lin noticed several unpacked gift boxes on the table.From the outside packaging, these things don't seem cheap.If you read correctly, there is also a ginseng plant in it?

Tang Lin didn't remember that his grandfather had such a generous friend... Tang Lin recalled it carefully, it seems that when he was very young, about seven years old, he seemed to have seen these somewhat familiar gift boxes.

At that time, grandpa looked at those red boxes, his face flickered, and the next day, those red boxes suddenly disappeared, and the seven-year-old Tang Lin quickly forgot all about it.

Thinking of this, Tang Lin became curious.Mr. Tang had been a cook for half his life, but after he injured his hand a little, he gave up being a cook and happily planted a vegetable field in front of his house.It stands to reason that it should have nothing to do with rich people. As for the box of wild ginseng placed on the top, Tang Lin in his previous life might not understand it, but Tang Lin, who lives in his body with a 23-year-old soul in this life, does understand a little bit. .

I remember that Lord Kang had a serious illness when Tang Lin was 22 years old. His granddaughter-in-law who lived in Beijing brought back a ginseng from 80 to make up for Lord Kang, which cost tens of thousands in just one case.And the ginseng root here from Mr. Tang is much better than the one from Mrs. Kang's grandson's daughter-in-law in terms of appearance and size.

Mr. Tang looked up and saw Tang Lin staring intently at the box of ginseng on the table. With a big wave of his hand, he patted the back of Tang Lin's head. He made a decision in his heart and said, "Go, help the old man get that ginseng."

Tang Lin knew that Mr. Tang had seen through his curiosity, so he quickly took the ginseng back and handed it to him without asking any further questions.

Mr. Tang touched the red packing box and sighed, "These supplements are all from the Su family."

"Su's family?" Tang Lin couldn't remember which family was named Su near Tang's Village.

"This Su family is in S City, not in a small place like ours." Mr. Tang saw Tang Lin's confusion at once, and didn't hold his appetite, and continued, "Speaking of this Su family..."

The author has something to say: The little wolf dog has watched too much, and I want to write a little milk dog attack, try not to be biased~