nightfall.
The meals are very rich, mostly made by Han’s father and Han’s mother. After Han Shuilan came back, she only cooked one dish——
Fried loach.
Fry fresh loach until crispy, then stir fry with ginger, garlic, sour chili and other condiments…
This is a good dish, a dish that carries the common memory of Liu Yanbo and Han Shuilan.
I still remember that autumn, when the sun was golden and the harvest was abundant everywhere, when the hard-working farmers took the rice home, the paddy field became the best paradise for children...
Catch loach—
It was one of Liu Yanbo's favorite things to do in autumn at that time, and it was also one of the things he was best at at that age.
More than ten years ago, people at that time were not "smart" enough to use electricity to beat or poison. There were still a lot of wild loaches in the paddy fields. Liu Yanbo would catch them every day after returning home from school, and sometimes the catches were special. Most of the time, he would bring some to Teacher Han when he went to school the next day, and she would make fried loach or egg loach soup at noon that day, and then ask him to eat it together .
At that time, every noon was the most anticipated and most beautiful time of Liu Yanbo's day.
Liu Yanbo still remembers that once he caught a lot of loach, so he brought much more loach to Han Shuilan than usual.
That day, Han Shuilan made a large bowl of egg loach soup, and invited the whole class to eat it together. Everyone was very full and happy...
From that day on, other students in the class also followed Liu Yanbo's example. Every day, a few people would bring some vegetables from home to school for Mr. Han, such as bacon, loach, or fish caught in the stream. ... Han Shuilan would accept it with a smile every day, and then take the trouble to prepare the dishes at noon that day, and then bring them to the classroom to share with the whole class—
Because of this matter, Liu Yanbo was depressed for several days at that time, he felt that he had lost Teacher Han's exclusive favor...
Time really flies~
Liu Yanbo's memory is not very good, because he is too lazy to remember many things now, but some people and some things have already been engraved into his bones early...
The past can't be traced~
"Xiao Liu, just treat it as if you are at home. Don't be polite." As soon as Han Mu was on the table, she picked up a large piece of hoof meat and put it into Liu Yanbo's bowl, muttering: "Look at you, you are so skinny. Just eat more meat and make up for it.”
"Xiao Liu, come on, we two go first." Father Han raised his glass.
"Uncle Liu, here." Han Chenxi took out a chicken leg from her bowl and put it in Liu Yanbo's bowl.
"Thank you." Liu Yanbo used a bowl to pick up the dishes that kept coming over, and his other hand was not idle, he quickly picked up the wine glass—
He was still a little cautious.
The enthusiasm of the Han family is predictable. Although he thought he had made sufficient psychological preparations before coming here, Liu Yanbo still overestimated his ability to cope with this aspect, but the good thing is—
He has always had a good appetite, and his capacity for alcohol is even better.
Regardless of whether you are chicken, duck, fish or radish and cabbage, and no matter whether you want to take a sip or drink it all at once, Liu Yanbo never refuses anyone who comes, eating deliciously and drinking happily.
Food is of course for people to eat, but wine is for drinking.
Most of the older generation are very down-to-earth and don’t pretend to be courteous. For Liu Yanbo’s behavior of “eating when you ask, and drinking when you ask”, Father Han and Mother Han are very satisfied. feel-
This guy is honest.
Five dishes and one soup, two bottles of high-grade liquor, half of which fell into Liu Yanbo's belly, plus three bowls of rice...
After dinner, the night was dark.
After Liu Yanbo played a game of Go with Father Han, he got up to leave. His emotional intelligence may not be high enough, but he has always been a person who can assess the situation—
After the Han family reunited after such a catastrophe, their family needed a space without outsiders to vent the emotions that had been accumulated in each other's hearts for the past few days.
Han's father and Han's mother didn't do much to keep him, but asked Han Shuilan to send Liu Yanbo downstairs, and told him to come and sit at home when he was free in the future.
It was cold and the night was long.
Liu Yanbo and Han Shuilan walked side by side on the road in the community, walking very slowly.
They reunited after a long absence for many years, and they haven't had a detailed chat in the past few days, and they didn't even ask about each other's current situation at the pleasant dinner table tonight.
Liu Yanbo is not a person who likes to inquire about other people's privacy, just like he doesn't like people asking about his past—
But, don't you always like to do things that you don't like
"Mr. Han..." Liu Yanbo took a puff of his cigarette, and after a short pause, he mustered up his courage and asked, "Why haven't you seen Chen Xi's father these days?"
The son was abducted by human traffickers, such a big event, but the child's father never showed up—
That's unusual and doesn't bode well.
Liu Yanbo didn't dare to ask before, and he also felt that he shouldn't ask, but this question has been lingering in his mind, which made him want to know the exact answer more than anyone else.
"Ah?" Han Shuilan stopped, looking quite surprised.
But soon, the sudden surprise on her face was replaced by a deep indifference, really indifferent, like seeing an elephant trampling an ant to death.
Maybe a few seconds later, maybe a little longer...
"Dead." Han Shuilan's voice became very cold, revealing a stubbornness.
Han Chenxi's father died
This sounds like a really bad answer, but the real answer can only be worse than this, right
His previous experience made Liu Yanbo a person who is extremely good at observing words and expressions. He captured the deep-rooted indifference in Han Shuilan's expression, and he knew better that that kind of indifference was definitely not because she took life and death lightly, but could only be —
Some people may not be dead yet, but in some people's minds, it is better to be dead.
The sky was chatted to death by myself again
Liu Yanbo wanted to slap himself to death, but he didn't dare to ask further questions, let alone comfort him, so he could only walk silently with his head bowed.
Both Liu Yanbo and Han Shuilan sensed each other's strangeness, and for a while they didn't know how to speak again, so they had to walk dully, and they reached the gate of the community after a while.
"Mr. Han..." "Brat..."
The two called out to each other in unison, then looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere eased a lot.
Liu Yanbo touched his nose, and said with a smile, "Mr. Han, you can talk first."
"En." Han Shuilan nodded, but after thinking about it, she said again: "If you have anything to do, please tell me first, I have nothing to do."
Liu Yanbo also thought about it, shook his head and said, "I'm fine."
Anyone can see that these two people are a little insincere, but they don't seem to notice it.
"Oh~" Han Shuilan said: "Then when you go back, pay attention to safety on the road."
"En." Liu Yanbo nodded.
The atmosphere had eased, but because Liu Yanbo had taken the liberty to only ask questions earlier, the sense of distance between the two seemed to have returned to what it was when they first met in Haida.
This is not what he wants.
When he was about to walk out of the gate, Liu Yanbo stopped in his tracks again, with a brave smile like a boy on his face, and he turned around and said, "Sister, can I still eat your cooking as often as before?"
elder sister
Han Shuilan remembered that this was the address she had allowed back then, her smile gradually softened, and her eyes even showed doting: "Anytime."
"Pull the hook." Liu Yanbo ran back quickly, and raised his little finger with a happy smile.
"Childish ghost." Han Shuilan smiled and held out her hand.
Pull hook~hanging~hundred years~not allowed to change~(to be continued)