There is a wife at home

In fact, He Fanxing's experience is not wrong. Guo Jingjing is really uncomfortable now. After leaving the club, he originally wanted to report it, but his body was too uncomfortable. In order to save money, he actually took the bus back In the village, I limped and walked a mile back home. The red brick house was different from before. A high courtyard wall was built behind the house, and a net was used to connect the two sides of the courtyard wall to surround the pine forest behind. When I got up, it happened to be an uphill over there, there was no pond, and there was no need to worry about chickens flying in and drowning. Zhang Qing built a nest for the chickens in a simple house on the east side of the red brick house. When they grow up, they will feed them some feed, and when they grow up, they will eat cornmeal, rice, etc. There are also natural foods such as weeds and bugs on the hillside, so their chickens are all authentic native chickens, and the eggs they lay have big yolks. The big color is also good-looking, bright yellow like a little sun, and the eggs taste good. The eggs and foreign eggs feel like female crabs and male crabs in October. One crab has more roe, and the other is greasy. The chicken tastes like Mushu. It is too chewy and breaks when bitten. The chicken is not as big as the foreign chicken, but the meat is very chewy when eaten in the mouth. The gap between the teeth is large, and the chicken is very easy to get stuck. If Use a hen to eat mushrooms, and the fragrance can waft for seven miles.

When Guo Jingjing came back, Zhang Qing was releasing all the chickens in the coop in the backyard. The chickens flapped their wings and flew several meters high. Fortunately, the net Zhang Qing pulled was also high, and the chickens wanted to fly out. It was not easy. They got out of the cage one by one and rushed out like flying. There were traces of chicken claws in many places on the hillside. It was autumn, and there were many bugs hidden under the dead leaves. Zhang Qing took the green vegetables picked from the vegetable garden. Scattered out, those chickens are fighting for each other, each one is full of fighting spirit.

Guo Jingjing stood outside the chicken coop, looking at Zhang Qing in the net, tried to speak several times, but couldn't make a sound. Zhang Qing filled the water container for feeding the chickens, and when he turned his head, he saw Guo Jingjing standing She doesn't look very good outside.

After so many years, Zhang Qing has not changed much. He still looks the same as before. He doesn't look like a chicken farmer, but a teacher in his forties. The crow's feet dyed in the corners of his eyes make him look more gentle. Following Zhang Fugui to sell pearls, the conditions of every household improved, and no one wanted pearls, and everyone loved to buy gold bracelets and necklaces. Zhang Qing changed his career and started raising chickens. He lost a lot in the first few years, but fortunately he persisted In recent years, it has been getting better and better. There is nothing else in Majingshan, but there are many small hills. He circled half of the hills to plant trees and raise chickens, and he lived a well-off life.

"Ah Jing?" Zhang Qing tightly covered the wooden lid on the water tank, walked to the fence, untied the rope and walked into the yard, asking in a cool voice, "Where did you go last night? No one answered the phone, I am worried about you."

Guo Jingjing pursed his lips and said nothing. Thinking about how he was such a big man and promised to take care of his father, how could he cry? He rubbed his eyes to hold back the tears, shook his head and took Zhang Qing's hand towards the house. Walking in, asking as he walked, "Dad, have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Qing was obediently led away by his son. When his son asked, he immediately lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Not yet...not yet..."

Guo Jingjing frowned unhappily: "Why don't you eat breakfast again? You have a bad stomach, you must eat breakfast, how many times have I told you, why can't I remember? Next time I'm not at home, I will give it to grandma." Make a phone call and let her stare at you."

"Don't, Ah Jing." Zhang Qing tugged at his son's sleeve and said fawningly, "You see your grandma is so old, how can she keep letting her old man run around? Right? I Now every time I eat obediently, I just use the rice cooker you bought for me, and I can cook porridge very well now, really! The porridge in my pot has been cooked a long time ago, and we will eat it together as father and son when you come back."

"is it?"

Guo Jingjing was very skeptical about this. Zhang Qing was famous for his black cuisine. No matter what delicious food was put into his hands, it would turn out to be a pot of black and mushy unknown objects. Back then, Mrs. Zhang asked Zhang Qing to move over to join them. Zhang Qing didn't want to live, and Zhang Fugui didn't agree very much at that time, so after so many years, Zhang Qing still took him to live in the red brick house, and the Zhang family would give them food every now and then, plus Zhang Fugui Qing didn’t need food at that time, he started to help others dive and chop firewood, and did some odd jobs. At first, he didn’t need money, and he just took care of the food. At the beginning, he stood on the stove and stood on a small bench to stir-fry and cook by himself. He was quite talented and taught himself without a teacher. Later, Guo Jingjing went to the city to go to school, and greeted Mrs. Zhang specially before leaving. Mrs. Zhang "forced" Zhang Qing to arrive on time for three meals a day, and if she didn't come, she would deliver them in person. Finally, Zhang did not starve to death. clear.

Zhang Qing had a bad stomach. He used to be stupid, but later he regained his senses. Someone asked him about his origin, and he recalled that he jumped out of the rocks. He used to be hungry for a long time and walked a long way. On the road, I finally came to Majing Mountain and saw every family. Maybe it was at that time that my stomach was so hungry. What he said was so magical that others didn't believe it, but Guo Jingjing at that time listened very carefully every time.

Guo Qianqian led Zhang Qing into the kitchen room, opened the rice cooker on the stove, water was water, rice was rice, Guo Qianqian was speechless.

Zhang Qing didn't expect this to happen, and was choked by the situation in front of him. He turned his head and carefully glanced at his son. His face was very gloomy, um, paler than usual.

Guo Jingjing pursed his lips, turned to Zhang Qing and asked, "Is this porridge?"

Zhang Qing scratched his chin with an innocent face: "I...maybe...probably...forgot to press the switch, how about I press it now?"

Guo Jingjing pushed him away in disgust: "Go and sit outside!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Qing ran outside in a hurry, took two small benches out, sat on the edge of the threshold to bask in the sun, with a smile on his face, he has experienced too much pain in his life, and even lost his mind because of it, but he is the best doctor His luck was that when he was insane, he picked up a kid like Guo Jingjing. Guo Jingjing was good at any place. He could wash and cook, disturb the house, repair water and electricity, farm and farm. Who would marry... oh no, who Marrying his son is really a blessing in eight lifetimes!

After about twenty minutes, Guo Jingjing came out with a bowl of noodles, handed the bowl to Zhang Qing and said, "Eat."

Zhang Qing raised his head and blinked, but didn't answer. He pointed to the empty small bench beside him. Guo Jingjing said, "I won't eat. I'm a little tired. I'm going to sleep for a while. You can eat by yourself. I'll give it to you when I wake up." Do lunch."

Zhang Qing took the bowl, looked at the two poached eggs in the bowl, and then at Guo Jingjing. In such a bright day, he finally realized that his son's face was not pale from anger, but pale.

"Ah Jing, are you feeling unwell? Shall I take you to Dr. Wang's clinic?"

Guo Jingjing shook his head: "No, I didn't sleep well last night and I was a little tired. I'll be fine after a night of sleep. Dad, don't forget to wash the dishes after you finish eating!"

Seeing that Guo Jingjing was really tired, Zhang Qing held the bowl and nodded, "Okay, then go to sleep, we won't cook at noon, when you wake up, Dad will take you to the restaurant."

Guo Jingjing nodded indiscriminately, feeling a little dizzy, turned around and went back to the room, put on the quilt, feeling drowsy and uncomfortable.

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