The Song Tan family is busy as always. Brother Zhang's car is almost smoking. He is full of confidence every day, driving out truckloads of express deliveries.
In a quiet neighborhood in the imperial capital, Old Zhu was happily putting 10 freshly rolled cigarettes into a special cigarette box he bought, then excitedly put them into his pocket and prepared to go out with his hands behind his back.
And just then, the cell phone rang.
His extremely busy son called and said, "Dad, how are you doing recently? I just happened to be off today, so I came to see you."
Old Zhu was not very happy - his son was just not considerate. He just wanted to rest and focus on his own things. He was just planning to show off to his old friends!
So he snorted, "Where did you go?"
If you haven't left yet, don't come.
However, the other party laughed and said, "Dad, it's just down the mountain."
Old Zhu: …
He had no choice but to agree with a grunt and then returned to the yard.
After thinking about it, he was his biological son after all, so he started to make arrangements again:
"Is there any Tremella soup left? Serve a bowl of it later."
"And the chili sauce burrito we had the day before yesterday, it was also delicious. Can you still make it now?"
"By the way, where is my honey?"
"Wait for Yuntao to come up later, make a cup of honey water first."
Finally, he took out the cigarette rolling machine and started rolling the tobacco that he had snatched with great difficulty.
Old Zhu thought to himself, after all, this was a token of his deep love for his son—so he should just give him ten!
But after rolling 5 cigarettes, he was reluctant to give it up. His granddaughter said that it was very difficult to get this thing, and the owner didn't have much at all.
As a fellow smoker, he knew best how precious this thing was in their hearts, so he simply put away the cigarette rolling machine.
Well, it’s not that I’m reluctant, it’s mainly because of my son’s health.
Smoking is harmful to your health.
It doesn't matter if it's a little smoke for an old man, but he can't delay his son who is in his prime.
After all this trouble, it didn’t take long for the son to go up the mountain.
Old Zhu's son is named Zhu Yuntao. He is usually very busy, but now that he has some rare time, he quickly goes up the mountain to visit his old father.
As soon as he entered the yard, a cool breeze blew, and his anxious heart couldn't help but calm down.
When I entered the house, I saw Lao Zhu sitting in the living room. The fan was blowing cool air, which was even more comfortable than turning on the air conditioner.
Seeing his son coming in, Old Zhu raised his chin and said, "Yuntao, drink this cup of honey water. It's freshly brewed."
At this age, who doesn't know some health knowledge? The honey water that Lao Zhu asked someone to make was warm.
When holding the cup, Zhu Yuntao was reluctant because of the heat. But as soon as the honey water went down his throat, the cool and sweet taste of honey instantly spread in his mouth.
As the warm water flows down my stomach, my whole body feels as if it has been washed from the inside out, feeling extremely soothed.
A thin layer of hot sweat broke out on his body, and his originally slightly anxious heart slowly calmed down.
“This honey is good!”
Old Zhu frowned slowly.
But Zhu Yuntao didn't notice it. He looked at his old father's expression and couldn't help laughing: "Dad, you look really good during this period of time."
As soon as I sat down, I saw the kitchen quickly brought over a large bowl of Tremella soup.
It must have been just taken out of the refrigerator and it still feels cool to the touch.
I heard Lao Zhu order again: "Quick, drink the Tremella soup."
Zhu Yuntao: …
That is to say, why is his father so meticulous and considerate now
It made him feel very uncomfortable.
And first you drink honey water, then have sweet Tremella soup... Is this weird
However, thinking about the delicious taste of the honey water, he still obediently picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth.
Hmm!
“This Tremella is really good!”
He put down the bowl and looked at it carefully. He saw that there were not too many white fungus in it, and it was torn into small pieces, but the gelatin was smooth and thick, and the taste was particularly good.
"Dad, where did you get this good stuff?"
Old Zhu couldn't hold back any longer: "This is what my eldest granddaughter sent me! Why, didn't I give you the tea and honey before?"
But it still made Old Zhu very jealous!
Zhu Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then he remembered, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"I've put all the stuff I sent to my house. You know we don't need these things at home. I haven't finished eating the stuff I opened before. I guess it's stuck in the pantry... I didn't expect it to taste so good..."
He was amazed after just one bite and decided to find it no matter what when he got back.
However, this already made Lao Zhu very angry:
"You have no vision! You don't eat the good food, but put it in the storage room waiting to give birth to a baby!"
"Thank goodness my eldest granddaughter is so filial that I sent the things to you first, and I, the grandfather, had to wait in line!"
Zhu Yuntao: …
He looked up in bewilderment: Why are you so angry? This thing is pretty good, but it won't go bad if it's left alone!
Although he now feels a little regretful when he thinks of this taste...
Old Zhu punched the cotton, glanced at him, and said nothing more.
After the son finished eating the Tremella soup and saw his anxious yet excited expression disappear, the father and son sat down and chatted calmly.
Zhu Yuntao never told his family about work. But after not seeing each other for a long time, he had something else to talk about, such as how his old father was doing in the nursing home.
He looks quite good, but as a son, he wants to hear something more detailed.
As he was talking, Old Zhu took out a fashionable cigarette case from his pocket, and then took out a slender cigarette without any markings.
His eyebrows jumped: "Dad, you can't smoke too much now!"
Old Zhu got even angrier when he heard this: "More cigarettes?! Do you know how frugal I am? I smoke 10 cigarettes a day now! Most people don't even dare to smoke half a cigarette!"
There is really too little tobacco, and I feel reluctant to smoke every cigarette.
He used to be a heavy smoker, smoking at least two packs a day. After repeated requests, he only reluctantly reduced his consumption to one and a half packs.
Now, there are only 10! It's sad to think about it.
Zhu Yuntao's eyebrows jumped, and seeing his father's rosy face, he was willing to believe it. But everyone smokes, who doesn't know who
How come someone who hadn’t been able to change his habit for decades suddenly started smoking 10 cigarettes a day
besides…
"Where did you get this cigarette? It doesn't look like it belongs to us."
Speaking of this, it was the most proud achievement of the year for Lao Zhu. At this moment, he pushed the five cigarettes he had prepared in advance to his son like showing off his treasures to a child:
"Here, try it. This is for you."
Zhu Yuntao: …
Not really.
However, this inevitably reminded him of the past - when he was 16 years old and learning to smoke, his father blocked him outside the door and beat him half to death with a belt.
Now that he is in his 40s or 50s, his father will take the initiative to pass the cigarette to him for him to smoke.
Life!