Lu Xiangdong took Lu Xiuche out of the hospital and went to a Chinese restaurant that was a little closer to the hospital and had been there twice before.
The waiter at the Chinese restaurant knew Lu Xiangdong. When he saw him coming in with his son, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Mr. Lu hasn't been here for a long time!"
"I've been busy lately, so I don't have time to come."
The waiter greeted the father and son: "Come, you and the young master invite us upstairs."
Just the two of them, Lu Xiangdong didn't ask for a private room, so he and Lu Xiuche sat down in a somewhat remote location upstairs and ordered a few of the restaurant's signature dishes, "Take a look at what you want to eat?"
Naturally, Lu Xiuche would not be polite to his own father, so he ordered several of his favorite dishes in one go.
The restaurant didn't serve the food very quickly. It took a while before two dishes were served.
The father and son ate slowly. Lu Xiangdong did not ask for wine while driving today, but asked for a pot of good tea.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit strange. Lu Xiangdong hesitated for a while and said, "I went to see Xiaofan today."
Lu Xiuche didn't even look up: "What then?"
He didn't feel surprised. He would have been surprised if Lu Xiangdong didn't look at Yu Yuanfan.
Lu Xiangdong thought of Yu Yuanfan's ferocious and hysterical appearance, and shook his head, "When he saw me, he begged me to help him come out. He told me... a lot."
Lu Xiuche nodded, took a mouthful of gourd meat, chewed twice and frowned, took a sip of juice, and swallowed the meat haphazardly.
He really doesn't like this kind of sweet and sour meat. When he eats, sweet is sweet and spicy is spicy, but he doesn't like sweet and sour taste, especially meat.
He felt that only little girls would like this taste, but he didn't like it anyway.
Just when the waiter brought a plate of salt and pepper pork ribs, Lu Xiuche quickly picked up a piece and started to nibble on it. He felt that this was the right thing. Meat is meat and this is how it should be done.
After ordering two pieces of pork ribs, Lu Xiuche felt that the taste of the meat in his mouth was a little lighter.
He then raised his head and asked, "What about you? Do you want to do it, or don't you want to?"
"I don't agree." Lu Xiangdong stopped his chopsticks.
This made Lu Xiuche a little strange. The Lu Xiangdong he knew was not such a person: "You didn't agree? This... is really rare."
"Xiaofan...should be punished. His current character needs to be restrained, and...the person he hurt is not me, but your grandfather. The person who can say forgive him is also your grandfather. Do you want to get him out?" You have to ask your grandpa about this too."
Lu Xiuche nodded: "I didn't expect you to be able to do something sensible. It's not easy."
"Then when are you going to tell my grandfather that Yu Yuanfan harmed him?"
Lu Xiangdong thought for a while: "We definitely can't say now that your grandfather is still weak. At least we have to wait until he gets better or the doctor agrees to discharge him from the hospital."
Lu Xiuche felt that what his father did this time was really good. He didn't make random promises like before, and he didn't make random promises or stimulate the old man without thinking.
Lu Xiangdong gave Lu Xiuche a piece of sweet and sour pork: "Eat more, I think you seem to have lost weight recently."
Lu Xiuche's mouth twitched. Why should he be served with sour pork in so many dishes? He didn't like it.
He raised his hand to pick up a chopstick of Dongpo pork, and pulled the nice-looking sweet and sour pork aside: "I don't like to eat sweet and sour pork, you can eat it yourself."