Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Jiang Wei really didn't want to sleep with Zhao Siyuan, and he didn't want to chat with him, but he couldn't get through that guy's stalking, and after chatting for a while, Jiang Wei ended up falling asleep.

This sleep lasted until eleven o'clock in the noon. If it wasn't for the firecrackers coming off after the sound of firecrackers, Jiang Wei would really like to sleep a little longer.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Siyuan's enlarged face.

Jiang Wei flashed back, "Damn it, what are you doing! Are you scary?"

"See if you're up or not."

"It's over if you just call me."

"That's so embarrassing, you see, I'm living and eating here, so I have to show it?"

"Cooperating with your performance is to scare me?"

"It's boring, can I be so boring? Come on, get up, get up, go wash up, and I'll make you breakfast."

"It's so good? But can you cook and eat it? Don't hurt me when it's Chinese New Year."

"Frying an egg is always troublesome. I have prepared the oil and eggs. Hurry up and go wash up."

After Jiang Wei wobbled and washed, Zhao Siyuan actually made breakfast.

There are three fried eggs on the plate, surrounded by a decorative pattern with chopped green onions.

Jiang Wei: "..."

Zhao Siyuan: "Come here, sit down, don't eat cold."

Jiang Wei: "You don't want to eat?"

Zhao Siyuan: "I've eaten it a long time ago, just like you, sleeping like a dead pig, and the crackling and firing of cannons is so loud, you can still sleep."

"It's not that you insisted on chatting with me yesterday."

Jiang Wei sat down and ate.

In fact, the fried eggs are not bad, except for one burnt, one too raw and one broken, the overall is pretty good, especially the chopped green onions, which are perfectly cut.

"How is it? It's not bad, right? It's also the first time I do it, ah, no, the second time, the first time I fried it for myself in the morning, haha, haha."

Seeing Zhao Siyuan's expression of begging for praise, Jiang Wei didn't want to hit him, so he casually said a few words that are good, very good, and it's not easy to do this for the first time.

While talking, he lost his mind, not for anything else, because he remembered Han Zilu.

The last time he ate fried eggs for breakfast was when he was with Han Zilu at Doudou's house, using an earthen stove and an iron pot.

That fried egg is so delicious, Jiang Wei's mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Seeing Jiang Weiwei's satisfied face, Zhao Siyuan was also happy, "Look at your future, I will make it for you next time."

Jiang Wei responded casually, but she was thinking in her heart, whether she would be able to eat fried eggs made by Han Zilu in the future, what is Han Zilu doing now?

Don't you have a delicious meal and a very nourishing life?

After all, he is a chef himself, so he can cook whatever he wants, and there is absolutely no problem of eating something that doesn't suit his taste.

Generally speaking, Jiang Wei's idea was fine, but he didn't know that Han Zilu didn't cook at home.

Not the hut he rented in Beijing, but the home he grew up in.

The smaller the place, the busier it is during the Chinese New Year.

Han Zilu's family lives in a small town.

He arrived early this morning, and when he got off the bus, he always felt an indescribable sense of unreality.

Ever since he left home to make a living, every year he went back, this feeling of unreality increased a bit.

Six hours by train plus one and a half hours by bus from Beijing to home.This road seems to connect different time and space. Every time I go home, it is a journey through the past. When I return to that small town, the current self and the former self return to the same place, and we can communicate with each other in the memory of family members. coincide.

When he walked downstairs with his luggage, Han Tiesheng was already waiting at the door. When he saw Han Zilu, he hurriedly took the suitcase in his hand, like this every year.

When Han Zilu first left home, he was still a half-grown child. Now he is a strong boy, and Han Tiesheng has already turned gray at the temples. Both father and son have changed a lot, only the habit of carrying bags remains the same.

Han Zilu has said many times that he has to carry the bag by himself, but Han Tiesheng insists that no matter how old he is, in the eyes of his parents, a child will always be a child. No matter how strong and hard-working he is outside, he must be pampered and happy when he returns home.

Han's family lived on the fifth floor, and Han Tiesheng was struggling to climb to the third and a half floors.

Han Zilu felt distressed, "Dad, let me come."

Han Tiesheng, "What nonsense are you talking about? You only come back once a year. Why don't I show it?"

"But Dad, your waist..."

"Let me tell you, Dad found an old Chinese doctor this year, and his skills are very good. He prescribed medicine and massage, and he hasn't suffered from any illness this winter. Don't worry, ah, Dad is in good health, and he still has the energy to hold his grandson. "

"Dad, this matter..."

"I know, I know, I'm not urging you, I'm just saying it casually, your sister is being mischievous right now, you, it's best to be born a few years later, when the little bastard goes to school, I'll have time again .”

The door opened, and Han Tiesheng shouted into the room, "Second, come out, your brother is back."

"Hey, it's considered back, do you have to rush thirty? I should go there later."

Han Zilu's second daughter, named Zhenzhen, is one year older than Han Zilu. She is a typical girl who was born in a small town and grew up in a small town.

Han Zilu smiled: "Sister Zhenzhen, where is Maodan?"

Zhenzhen, "Maodan asked his father to take him there to play first. I am here to wait for you, you know? Mom went out to buy groceries specially for you to come back. I know what to buy delicious."

Han Zilu, "Sorry, I'm late."

Zhenzhen said to Han Tiesheng: "Dad, listen, what is Liu'er talking about? You are being polite to me, and I am embarrassed." She patted Han Zilu on the shoulder vigorously, "Talk to sister like this again , watch me beat you."

Han Tiesheng took two bottles of Coke to the table, "Second, don't bully my brother, I just came back, Liuer, are you hungry? Have some drinks first, and Dad will make you a meal. It will be ready in 10 minutes."

Han Zilu, "I'll do it, Dad, you rest."

Han Tiesheng, "No, no, no, you cook for others all year round, how can you still ask you to do it when you get home, be obedient, and try Dad's cooking skills. Although I can't compare with you, I also actively ask for improvement."

Zhenzhen, "Dad, I still want to try Liu'er's handicraft."

Han Tiesheng, "Damn girl, don't make trouble, your brother finally came back."

Zhenzhen made a grimace, "Liu'er, what good things did you bring back this year? Let me see first."

Han Zilu, "It's in the box, by the way, where's the elder sister? Why is it so late this year?"

Zhenzhen had already squatted down and began to rummage through Han Zilu's luggage, "You have the nerve to say that you came back after thirty, and you will die a few days earlier?"

Han Tiesheng poked his head out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand, "Bah, bah, it's the New Year's Eve, what's not going to die, your brother is a big chef, the busier you are at this time, it's good to be back, don't meddle , come and help me peel the garlic."

Zhenzhen, "eccentric."

Han Tiesheng made a gesture of wielding a spatula, and Zhenzhen went over to peel the garlic with a muffled sound.

Years ago, the family prepared a variety of food as usual. Sausages, sugar buns, spiced fish, chicken feet, and braised beef are all fixed items. You can put them on a plate and eat them. Reheat ribs and lamb Soup, five or six dishes were brought to the table soon.

"Dad, it's too much, I can't finish it."

Han Tiesheng put the chopsticks in Han Zilu's hands, "Eat, eat, eat as much as you can, and there is no leftover after eating."

Zhenzhen glanced at the table and said again, "Partial."

Han Tiesheng, "What's the matter with you girl? Today, your brother will come back in a year—"

"For once." Zhenzhen answered, "Anyway, he and my sister are precious, and I'm the only one who annoys you at home every day." She said with a grimace.

Han Tiesheng glared at her, "I'm a mother now, the children are so old, and I can't do anything right, hurry up, Liu'er has dinner, don't bother with your sister."

While Han Zilu was eating, Han Tiesheng just watched with a smile on his face.

Han Zilu felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

After finishing the meal, Han Tiesheng sat next to Han Zilu and whispered, "I said, Liu'er."

Han Zilu's heart skipped a beat for a moment, "Dad... Today is thirty, let's have a good time as a family."

Han Tiesheng's rough palms covered the backs of Han Zilu's hands, "Six, be obedient, I'm going because it's a holiday. Let's go over in a while, give a gift, and come back after sitting down."

"But today's Thirty...can't you go to his side a few days later?"

Han Tiesheng frowned, grabbed Han Zilu's hand and squeezed it, "That's your real father after all."

Han Zilu was at a loss for words, every time Han Tiesheng said this sentence, he actually wanted to say every time, you are my real father, that person is not, but such words still can't be said after all.

In any case, it cannot change the fact that they are connected by blood.

Even if he was adopted to his uncle's family since he was five years old, and he is no longer the son of that family, it still cannot change the fact that Han Tielin is his biological father.

But he really didn't want to go there.

In previous years, he came back late because he was busy with work, but this year he could actually come back a few days earlier. The reason why he delayed until thirty was because he wanted to find a reason not to see his biological father.

In fact, he also knows that the meeting is sooner or later, and he has to go for a walk at least once a year when he comes back, but he really doesn't want to run there as soon as he gets home. He doesn't have much time, and he wants to leave it for his real family.

Seeing Han Zilu's face full of hesitation, Han Tiesheng patted his head, "Liu'er is obedient."

"Okay, you are my father, I will listen to you, but can you go later? I want to wait for the elder sister to come back first."

"Then let's take a step back. You wait first. Let's wait until 01:30. If your sister hasn't arrived yet, we'll go see your dad first."

Han Zilu immediately corrected, "That's not my father."

Han Tiesheng didn't argue with him, "Okay, don't mention it, I'll call you Uncle, you are my son, and you will always be my son."

"Well, Dad."

"Oh, don't look unhappy. Later, when your sister came back, she saw me and said about me, but I don't know when she will come back. She said that she went abroad to play. I asked her to get off the plane and call me. I still don't believe it. Well, you big sister, you are really too wild, you said she is over 30 and not married, how can this be reassuring? And you, you too, when will you bring a girlfriend back?"

"I'm busy with work, so I don't care about looking for it."

"If you can't take care of it, you have to take care of it, you child, don't just work hard to make money, the family is very good now, you don't need your money, as a father, I hope you are well, find someone to settle down early, someone will take care of you, I'm relieved too."

"Dad, I know, there's no rush, it depends on fate."

"You children like to talk about fate. Can you see it and feel it? If you don't have fate, you can still be a bachelor all your life? Your fourth aunt's family has a relative who is also in Beijing, and they talked about it when they met a few days ago , There is a girl in his family who just graduated from college, or you..."

"Dad." Han Zilu stopped him from continuing.

"Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk, don't think I'm annoying, it's like this when you get old, and you're tired from the journey, go and rest, we'll start at 01:30."