It was a sudden incident, and there were no fresh ingredients left in the refrigerator at home, so Qiao Fengtian could only take Xiao Wuzi to Lianjia CBD first.
Qiao Fengtian placed Xiao Wuzi in front of the electric car seat, making him feel like he was wrapped in his arms. When Xiao Wuzi saw that he was being held so tightly, he was immediately shy and wanted to get out of the car and sit in the back seat, but Qiao Fengtian grabbed his collar and stepped forward.
"Don't sit in the back, I don't even know if I go back and fall."
Xiao Wuzi smiled shyly, but still had to walk back, "No, at the age of eight, I can hold it..."
Qiao Fengtian took him into his arms with both hands and feet, "You are tall, come here honestly, and wait until you are ten years old!"
The sun was shining all the way, the wind was blowing the fragrant sycamore trees, and the little Wuzi scratched the tip of his nose and sneezed three times in a row. Qiao Fengtian's low laughter burst from above his head, "Your father misses you."
The shopping mall in Lianjia CBD sells fresh melons, fruits and fish, with big discounts. It is close to residential areas, and its sales are naturally not the same as the morning and evening vegetable markets of the Fourth Bureau of Ferrite. Qiao Fengtian usually has two meals at home in the morning and evening, and always wants to do something by himself. One is that it is expensive outside, and the other is that it is oily, and eating too much is greasy and crooked.
Qiao Fengtian pushed a shopping cart with one hand and held Xiao Wuzi tightly with the other, making wind under his feet in the supermarket. The little five looked up and saw that his uncle's chin was tensed, his mouth pursed into a line, and the cold and solemn appearance of picking vegetables was like picking an object, and he was almost exactly like Lin Shuangyu.
The items in the vegetable area are neatly coded first-class, and they have deep feelings for human beings. In order to take care of the patients who are severely forced, each column is divided into a color scale. Qiao Fengtian, with purple hair, stood by the green vegetable rack frowning at a plump broccoli, causing many elderly uncles and aunts to look sideways and whisper in a whisper.
"Do you eat broccoli? Does your milk usually cook it for you?"
Little Wuzi supported the shopping cart and stood on tiptoe, and the gap between the hands just showed his rich and colorful eyebrows. He shook his head, "The milk said... This is a mutated cauliflower, it's poisonous, it's not allowed to be eaten."
"Listen to her—" he gritted his teeth, "listen to her!"
What she doesn't know and doesn't recognize is fucking wrong, and she should know better than anyone who doesn't know a bunch of words with her eyes open. Qiao Fengtian sneered in his heart.
"Just burn this, and I'll let you see if it's poisonous."
We weighed a large broccoli, and filled a box full of fresh shiitake mushrooms and a tender-looking tenderloin. After paying the money, he was about to walk out of the door with the plastic bag in his hand. Qiao Fengtian thought of something again, and asked Xiao Wuzi to stand still and don't move. He turned back and bought another box of children's milk.
Recently, the temperature has recovered significantly, and the warm sun has taken off the foundation on my face.
Qiao Fengtian led the little five sons into the house, first got into the toilet with a big box, and washed his face shruggingly. He came out with water droplets hanging on his face, and dismantled the carton of milk.
"Drink." He shoved the milk box into Xiao Wuzi's arms. "He's 1.8 meters tall like your father. It's not bad to be able to enter the provincial men's basketball team in the future, and it's easy to find a girlfriend."
Don't look like me and look like me when you look back.
"Thank you uncle."
"Let's rest for a while." Qiao Fengtian crouched down and twisted a black eyelash on the little five-child's eyelid with his wet fingertips, "It's okay to turn on the TV, but there are not many stations, so you can beat it when it snows. Just a moment. I'll go cook and eat it later."
"kindness!"
Little Wuzi carefully poked the straw through the tin foil, and looked up at the bean paste-colored scar on the corner of Qiao Fengtian's cheek. In the water, it is faintly floating, like a flower with rain and dew on the face.
Xiao Wuzi doesn't come to Qiao Fengtian's house in Linan City very often. Langxi is far away, Lin Shuangyu never brought him, and Qiao Sishan or Qiao Liang brought him very few times.
He actually liked Qiao Fengtian's small living room that looked crowded, like his tall flower stand full of green eyes, and liked that he polished an old wooden prismatic glass window bright and clean. Then open the curtains wide and let the sunlight flood into the house.
Xiao Wuzi supported a slender leg, put his knee against his chin, and pushed the remaining large foot into the cotton slippers again.
He was used to running wildly in the countryside, but the city still made him a little restrained at a young age.
"DengDengDeng."
There was an unusually neat sound of cutting vegetables in my ears. The fibers of the vegetables and fruits were cut off with a subtle and crisp sound. The blade surface lightly touched the solid chopping board, which was bright and rhythmic.
Little Wuzi listened with his ears pricked up, and quietly ran to the kitchen, leaning his body against the door frame. He looked at the apron with vertical stripes tied with Qiao Fengtian, and was cutting a watery Chinese cabbage. The apron is as clean as a piece of clothing that can be worn out, without the slightest oil star. The vegetable leaves were also washed away and no mud spots were seen, like a piece of jade, which was stably lying under Qiao Fengtian's palm.
The frostbite on Qiao Fengtian's hand has not yet healed, and he has repeatedly applied a lot of blue oil, but it has not improved. For nine days, his fingertips were always cold and numb, and there was no big feeling. Now it's warm like spring, and there are spots of red sores that are itching from time to time to make him want to hammer the wall.
Glancing sideways at the little five sons, he beckoned. Xiao Wuzi lowered his head and smiled, and then came over obediently.
"How is school, are you used to it, is it fun?"
The stove is too high, and the little five have to rest their feet. When Qiao Fengtian saw it, he brought a small wooden stool from behind the door, and let the little five stand on it with the countertop.
"Well, the school is beautiful, big and quiet. The teachers speak very nicely and are nice to people." Little Wuzi rested his chin on his arm and put his arm on the desk.
Qiao Fengtian put down the knife, threw the cabbage stems cut into diamonds into the plastic basket at hand, and shook the remaining water, "How about class, can you understand it in class?"
Xiao Wuzi frowned slightly, "The content they studied last semester, Xiao Wuzi doesn't know very well, initials and finals..." But then he laughed again, "But my deskmate taught me, Xiao Wuzi is earnestly following her study."
Deskmate? Not one by one
"Lesbian table?"
Qiao Fengtian deliberately mentioned the word "female", which made people feel a little playful. Xiao Wuzi blinked and opened his mouth slightly: "Ah... um, it's a girl." After thinking about it, he added, "Big eyes and a round face, his name is Zheng Yu."
Qiao Fengtian stretched out his hand to his nose, "Don't say that people have round faces, do you hear me?"
Xiao Wuzi laughed, "Uncle, I know."
"Jade of jade? That child's name?" Qiao Fengtian soaked the mushrooms in a clean bowl, and cut the tenderloin on the table.
"No, it's not the jade of jade, the little five has seen it, and the little five knows how to write it."
Qiao Fengtian took his hand and dipped it into the basin, letting him write on the wall with the water stains. Old-fashioned old houses don't use wallpaper, they simply paint a layer of white putty. With age, the old light yellow is glowing, and it is easy to see the water wet and leaching dark marks.
The little five sons stretched out their arms and wrote. Qiao Fengtian waited patiently for him to finish the sketch, and saw that on the wall there was an upright "or" written very large.
"Zheng or?"
Isn't it called Yu? Zheng or what the hell, it sounds like a name that doesn't sound like a normal person.
Xiao Wuzi tilted his head, looked at the words on the wall, and felt that it was different from what he saw in the textbook at the same desk, so he scratched the back of his head, "It's Yu, it's called Zheng Yu, not Zheng or, it's written well. isn't it…”
Qiao Fengtian's light flashed, and he stretched out his hand to add two apostrophes, "That's how you wrote it, little idiot, don't write two apostrophes to others, it's actually Xun Yu's Yu, right?"
"That's right, that's right, right!" Xiao Wuzi nodded hurriedly. After adding two strokes like this, it looks more natural, "Yu, Yu, who is Uncle Xun Yu?"
Qiao Fengtian covered his bulging forehead, "When you learn a few more words, my uncle will buy you a copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and you'll know. Learn the pinyin for me first."
Qiao Fengtian quickly fry two dishes, one boiled broccoli, and put a handful of wild lake shrimp skins from Li Li, and I did not know where to get it; I also fry the pork slices with shiitake mushrooms and cabbage. The fire was too fast for oil, and some oil was dripped. The umami permeates the entire small kitchen.
Xiao Wuzi's appetite is not small, and the palm-sized round bowl is full of rice and rises up a small mountain.
Xiao Wuzi has never been a picky eater, he is like a puppy, he eats whatever he is given, and he is stronger than ordinary children. Seeing that he always put broccoli, Qiao Fengtian slammed his mouth and slammed the meat into his bowl. Qiao Fengtian sandwiched one, and Xiao Wuzi ate one, his mouth pursed tightly, chewing something in his mouth without saying a word or making a sound.
At first glance, it was the tutor that Lin Shuangyu typed out with chopsticks.
Qiao Fengtian lowered his head and picked out the meat slices from the plate one by one and placed them on the eaves, "Is it alright to eat shrimp tomorrow, white river shrimp with green peppers."
Xiao Wuzi swallowed his mouth desperately, a little surprised, "Are you coming to my uncle's house tomorrow? Isn't my uncle going to work?"
Qiao Fengtian raised his eyebrows, "Your uncle can go to work whenever he likes to be a small boss. Don't worry about it, eh?"
Xiao Wu nodded, smiling happily.
Before leaving for school, Qiao Fengtian packed a fresh-keeping box with ready-to-eat arowana in the small house.
Qiao Fengtian's house has quite a few big altars, tender red ginger, green beans, bell peppers, tall, short, fat, and thin, and placed around the corner of the balcony, all of which are pickled by himself. The arowana was bought on the market years ago, and one was only a finger long. Qiao Fengtian peeled off the skin one by one, removed the cheeks, cleaned them, boiled them in water, and then dried them in the sunny sun. After saving it into a small shriveled mass, sprinkle with red oil, sugar and white sesame seeds, and shake it well with a variety of ingredients.
It's a boring snack, and it's a good chat.
"Hey." Qiao Fengtian picked one and handed it to Xiao Wuzi's mouth, "Is it delicious?"
This thing is the more chewy the more fragrant, the more you eat, the more you can't stop your mouth.
Xiao Wuzi stretched out his tongue and licked his mouth, and rolled away a sticky white sesame seed, "Well, it smells so good."
"Pack it for you, bring it back to your dad to taste at night, cook well, and don't let him smoke all the time."
Xiao Wuzi put the box on his lap, touched it, had something to say, but he lowered his head and squeezed his hand without daring to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"I, can I... Can I share some with my tablemate?"
Qiao Fengtian was delighted, "Okay."
Without further ado, I took a smaller crisper and packed a separate portion. I carefully wiped off the red oil stains on the box with a tissue, then closed the lid and put it into a paper bag with flowers printed on it.
"Thank you for teaching you something, if she likes it, my uncle will bring it to you." After that, he tapped the tip of his nose, "But you can't eat in class, so listen to the class carefully, eh?"
"kindness!"
Zheng Siqi's review period for papers published in journals was a week earlier, which caught him off guard. These days, I'm either in class, or I'm rushing to class, or I'm tapping on the keyboard in the library.
In addition, the re-examination of postgraduate admissions in many colleges and universities has also been carried out one after another. Most of the humanities students led by the tutor have passed the first thing, and they are always chasing him and asking him non-stop. Matters needing attention, the scope of the exam, and within the responsibilities, Zheng Siqi also has to take time to sort it out.
Lu Yiming sent a few text messages and invited Zheng Siqi to dinner in a positive and uncompromising manner, but Zheng Siqi even turned a corner and declined.
It's not that he wants to disobey Zheng Siyi, it's that he is really busy.
Going to pick up Zheng Yu after get off work, the traffic was stagnant, and it was almost invisible to the naked eye. The lighted headlights folded into Zheng Siqi's spectacles, a blur of red and green confusion.
He turned on the radio, tuned a random music channel, was playing "a love that will never grow old" Zheng Siqi listened to the prelude, stretched out his hand and pushed down his glasses.
He suddenly remembered that this was the song Ji Yin listened to most often in college. The female voice with unique style and vicissitudes, singing love will never wither. Ji Yin reads and writes, and he can listen to it all day with headphones, but he never puts it on public display in the bedroom, as if he is guarding a secret mood.
More than ten years ago, after graduating, I listened to him humming with the original singer on KTV, one after another, laughing and noisy annihilating all of him. Zheng Siqi looked at him, covered his eyes and went to the toilet after singing. He wrote down the name of the song privately, and only after checking it did he find out that the song was from "Brokeback Mountain" by Ang Lee.
The sky at the end of the elevated sky is blue and blue, which visually suppresses the height. Thinking of Ji Yin, Zheng Siqi couldn't help but feel more pain in his temples. Just as he was about to reach out and rub it, the car in front finally stepped on the accelerator and moved.
Zheng Siqi usually received Zheng Yu later than the parents next to him. Zheng Yu never made a fuss, and waited obediently in the security room to ask for a candy from the janitor.
Today, with Qiao Shanzhi with her, the time is getting better and better.
Zheng Siqi turned off the car at the entrance of the elementary school, honked the horn softly in the cab, and gave a small signal to Zheng Yu, who had been waiting with pricked ears. Zheng Siqi leaned on the seat and watched Zheng Yu run out of the guard room with her schoolbag on her back.
Zheng Siqi thought it was the doorman, looked up and saw a boy standing in the door. After brushing his eyes, he was waist-high, with thick eyebrows slightly raised, and his smile was extraordinarily simple.
"The tablemate you said?"
Hearing Zheng Yu opened the car door and climbed into the back seat, Zheng Siqi asked with a smile.
"Yes! Qiao Shanzhi, I am at the same table." Zheng Yu consciously sat in the children's chair and took two sips while holding the kettle.
"Looks very gentle."
He still looked like someone he knew.
Like Qiao Fengtian.
Just as he was pulling on the handbrake and stepping on the clutch, Zheng Yu suddenly stretched out a hand from the back row, and a red thing was caught in his fleshy fingers.
"What's this..." Before he could say anything, Zheng Yu reached out and pressed his father's half-open mouth. The fish tail hit his gums, and he almost closed his mouth and asked Zheng Yu's hand in pain.
"Is it delicious?" Zheng Yu asked excitedly.
is fish. Zheng Siqi chewed it reluctantly at first, but the more he chewed it, the more he tasted the rich and thick fragrance. In fact, it's not very spicy, it's a bit sweet, and the sun is even and just right. The meat is tough and firm in the mouth, but not a trace of wood. The white sesame seeds covered are also overheated, chewing a few grains, the mouth is full of fragrance.
Zheng Siqi wiped off the red stain on the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and looked back at Zheng Yu in surprise, "Where did the date come from?"
Zheng Yu took the opportunity to plug another piece of the entrance, and said vaguely.
"The same table gave it to me, and he brought it from home. He said that his uncle made it himself. Is it delicious? Is it delicious?!"
Zheng Siqi turned his face away from him and wanted to stick a dirty hand over, "It's delicious, delicious, Dad admits, don't touch your hands in the car."
Uncle
who? Qiao Fengtian
Is there such a coincidence