Lin Mo walked to the door and asked softly, "Beauty, what's the matter?"
The fat nurse blushed immediately, looked at Lin Mo's doubtful handsome face and hesitated and said, "Am I really a beauty?" After speaking, even she couldn't take it anymore, and ran away in despair.
Lin Mo couldn't help laughing. Ten years later, "beauty" was just a casual name. I didn't expect him to scare the little nurse away by saying it casually. God knows, he really didn't mean anything else.
After a while, Lin Jian finally woke up, his complexion was much better than yesterday. Because the doctor had examined him before, Lin Mo washed him up briefly.
"Father, I brought you porridge. It's still hot. Would you like to have some now?" Lin Mo asked after finishing the packing.
Lin Jian has been eating liquid food recently, and he cannot tolerate hunger. "Don't tell me, I haven't felt it yet. I'm really hungry."
Lin Mo unscrewed the lid of the cup, and the delicate aroma of shiitake mushrooms and chicken wafted out instantly, and Lin Jian swallowed subconsciously. Lin Mo poured the porridge into a small bowl and tried it. The temperature was just right. He took the spoon and fed it to Lin Jian's mouth one by one.
"It's delicious." Lin Jian said vaguely while eating.
Lin Mo smiled happily. What could be more joyful than seeing the contentment of relatives
After Lin Jian finished his porridge, Lin Mo hesitated and said, "Dad, I went shopping in the night market last night. I want to set up a stall in the night market to sell snacks."
Lin Jian was stabbed in the heart, and he couldn't help but think, if he could be careful, why would he break his leg? Why did a son with excellent academic performance become a street peddler? His mother has to run around for him at a very old age, and the family still owes a huge sum of money... All of this is his fault, he is the burden on the family.
Lin Mo saw his face showing pain, and hurriedly said: "Dad, don't think about it, we are a family, and we should have the same blessings and share the same difficulties. You gave birth to me and raised me. Now that you are sick, I will serve you. A matter of course."
Lin Jian's eyes were slightly wet, and he stretched out his hand to touch the top of Lin Mo's hair: "Good boy, it's dad who dragged you down."
Lin Mo couldn't help but think of his father's guilty and old look before he committed suicide by taking poison in his previous life. He felt a sudden pain in his heart, and his eyes were red. He took his father's hand, held it tightly, and looked into his father's eyes very seriously. Slowly said: "Father, you have never been my burden, not now, nor in the future. Letting you, grandma, and Xiaoshu live a happy life is my greatest wish in this life, and it is also my duty."
Lin Mo's voice was not loud, but full of undeniable taste.
Lin Jian was both surprised and delighted. He was amazed that his son seemed to fade away overnight, as if he could use his immature shoulders to resist the sky falling. He was pleasantly surprised that his son was far more tenacious, strong and mature than he knew. sensible.
The son has already taken the initiative to provoke the burden of the family, what face does he have to blame himself here
It's just a broken half of a leg. There are so many disabled people in the world. Others can live a good life. Why can't he? It's just that half of a leg is missing. When he recovers, there are still many things he can do in the future. He still doesn't believe it. He is a man in his prime and will really become a burden to his son!
"Mo Mo, don't worry, Dad will get better soon. It's Dad's responsibility to take care of you, and it's not time for you to take on this responsibility. Forget about this semester. When the next semester starts, you still go to school as usual. Dad will find a way to repay the debts owed by the family.” Although Lin Jian wished that his son would go back to school now, given his current situation, it is unrealistic to rely on his mother alone without his son’s care.
Lin Mo knew that Lin Jian's character was very stubborn, and often the decisions he made would not change easily. In this regard, both father and son were of the same kind. Lin Mo is an adult at heart, even if he knows that his father's idea is unlikely to come true, he can't confront his father head-on like a rebellious teenager, so he chooses to detour and temporarily compromise.
"Let's talk about going to school later." Lin Mo returned to the topic just now: "I still want to go to the night market to set up a small stall. Regardless of whether I can make money or not, just treat it as exercise, Dad, okay?"
Lin Jian looked at his son's earnest eyes, felt depressed and uncomfortable, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Setting up a stall is not an easy task..."
Seeing that he was a little loose, Lin Mo hurriedly hit the rails while it was hot: "It's because it's not easy, so you should take exercise. Dad, don't worry, I have already done a preliminary investigation, and I will do what I can."
Seeing his son being so sensible, Lin Jian really didn't know how to refuse his request, so he could only say, "You can do it if you want, do what you can and don't tire yourself out."
"Well, grandma's there..."
"Your grandma's there, let me tell her."
"Okay, thank you Dad."
"Oh, you child." After so many days in the hospital, Lin Jian finally showed a knowing smile on his face.
At noon, Lin Mo returned to his residence while his father fell asleep, and began to prepare lunch.
Lin Mo cleaned the chickens that he wanted to cook in the morning, peeled two large potatoes, and stir-fried them with watercress, then put in potato cubes, fried them for a while, and added some water and broth Burn it.
Lin Hai’s kitchen utensils are very complete. Lin Mo finds a steamer from the cabinet, puts the raw chicken skin marinated in the morning into the plate, puts thick slices of carrots on the plate, and waits for the water to boil. Put the plate into the steamer and steam it on top.
He washed a Chinese cabbage, broke the leaves of the cabbage with his hands, and put it aside for later use.
At this time, the potatoes were almost cooked. Lin Mo chopped celery and green onions and evenly sprinkled them on top. Turned off the heat and started the pot, and the aroma came over his face.
He opened the lid of the steamer, and the heat for steaming the phoenix clothes with powder was almost ready, he turned off the fire, and heated a little oil in another pot. He took out the plate from the steamer, turned the plate upside down, poured the steamed vegetables into another plate, poured the hot oil in the pot on the phoenix clothes, and sprinkled green onion and coriander with a sizzling sound. The rich salty aroma spread out.
The few crucian carp bought in the morning were still floating on the surface of the basin and spitting bubbles. Lin Mo found a pair of scissors, and neatly opened the intestines of these crucian carp, and scraped off the scales with a knife. The scales of crucian carp are small, and it is not easy to scrape them clean without special tools. Even a veteran like Lin Mo took some time.
After treating the scales and cleaning the crucian carp, he stuffed ginger slices and peppercorns into their bellies, put them in a casserole, dripped a little rice wine, and stewed them slowly with water. The crucian carp stewed in this way tastes ordinary or even a bit fishy, and the color is not pure milky white, but it has the highest nutritional value and is most suitable for nourishing father.
When Lin Mo's last cabbage soup was almost ready, grandma had already woken up.
"Grandma, why don't you sleep more?"
The old lady was embarrassed to say that she woke up from the smell of vegetables, so she said: "I don't sleep much when I'm old, I took a nap last night, and I slept for so long when I came back in the morning, that's enough. Is your father okay?"
"It's very good. He drank all the porridge brought to him in the morning. The doctor said tonight, and he will be transferred to the ward tomorrow morning." While speaking, Lin Mo took the cabbage soup into the pot and poured some of it into the pot. into a bowl, part of it poured into a thermos.
"That's good. Let's eat quickly. After eating, I'll go to the hospital to see your father."
"good."
A few home-cooked dishes once again managed to keep the old lady supported, and most of the bone marrow in the stick bone entered Lin Mo's stomach, and he was also supported. Pigs these days are not completely fed with feed like later generations. The meat tastes very authentic, and the smell of bone marrow is also much stronger.
Lin Mo licked his mouth in disarray and thought to himself, anyway, stick bones are cheap, when will we cook a pot again and have a good meal.
After the meal, the crucian carp soup was not hot enough, the old lady asked Lin Mo to watch at home, and she went to the hospital first.
Taking advantage of the cooking time, Lin Mo successfully persuaded the doorman to rent the tricycle to him at night for three yuan a night. If the tricycle is damaged during the rental period, Lin Mo will be responsible for repairing it.
Then, he rode a tricycle to the vegetable market and bought dozens of catties of large potatoes, as well as a lot of seasonings and tools. When he returned to the community, the doorman had already bought briquettes for him—his son was selling briquettes. Therefore, after Lin Mo bought three hundred large briquettes in one go, the doorman was in the utility room behind his residence. A small place was reserved for Lin Mo to place the coal.
Lin Mo finished all these and returned to his residence. The crucian carp soup in the casserole was already stewed sticky. Under the action of ginger and rice wine, it had been stewed for so long, and there was almost no fishy smell. He added a little salt and put The fish soup was poured into a vacuum flask and taken to the hospital.
I don't know what Lin Jian told the old lady. The old lady fully agreed with Lin Mo to set up a stall, and only repeatedly asked Lin Mo not to be too tired. In the afternoon, she went back to help Lin Mo scrape potatoes, wash vegetables, and do all the preparations. She also offered to ask Lin Mo to teach her how to use the gas stove. From now on, she would be responsible for three meals a day.
In the evening, everything was ready, Lin Mo pedaled a tricycle and pulled a load of things, and came to the night market slowly. After finding the management personnel, paying the relevant fees and giving the management personnel a package of Hongtashan, they were arranged to a temporary stall in a relatively good location.
As night fell, people who had worked hard all day, unloaded their burdens and masks, and slowly flocked to the brightly lit night market.
Lin Mo's stall happened to be next to a fat rice noodle stall. The taste of this stall was mediocre, and there were few customers. Lin Mo's business was also not very good.
It took more than half an hour for the night market to start before the first customer finally came to the door.
The visitors were two young girls aged sixteen or seventeen, but they were dressed more maturely than twenty-year-old women. They looked like they had played truant from school. The two of them were totally aiming at Lin Mo's face.
"Little handsome guy, why do you sell potatoes?" The short-haired girl asked with a smile, and her companion winked and smiled.
"One yuan per piece." Lin Mo replied with a professional smile.
The eyes of the two girls are a little straight, and this one smiles prettier than the stars on TV.
"Give us two."
"What flavor do you want?"
The two girls felt a little strange when they heard it. Aren't Spike potatoes only spicy
"What does it smell like here?"
Lin Mo smiled and said, "There are four flavors: spicy, sour, sweet and spicy, and cumin."
"Then I want a hot and sour one."
"I want zixiang. Give me more chili. The potatoes are crispier."
"Okay." Lin Mo poured the full portion of potato sticks into the oil pan, fried them for a while, scooped the potatoes into two small pots, added special seasoning, and stirred evenly.
Seeing Lin Mo's quick and elegant movements, the two girls were a little distracted. How can this person even cook so good-looking
"Okay, it's two yuan in total, thank you for your patronage." Lin Mo smiled and handed over the potatoes in a plastic bag.
The two rebellious girls, who are in the second stage of middle school, blushed for the first time. The short-haired girl took out two steel coins from her pocket and threw them on Lin Mo's car. She took the bag and fled with her companions. ran away.
Lin Mo frowned for unknown reasons, and immediately put on a professional smile when he saw the next guest coming.