Vol 2 Chapter 937: Do you know who it is?
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There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s
- 紅燒豆腐干
- 1434 characters
- 2021-03-03 01:04:30
That day, after the sunset went down the mountain, Zhang Guoqing changed his tricks again, so he was unwilling to stay at home and wander around, pulling his parents to borrow the newly added carriage from the team and strolling out.
This guy was also worried about damaging the image of a soldier, so he asked Zhang Qingshan to open a production team certificate. What did he prove? Prove that their family visited relatives' house.
Go to relatives' house ghostly!
He is now looking quiet and fun.
A carriage was called by him to walk straight to the provincial capital, yes, that direction, but not to the provincial capital. He said to take them to see the lotus.
Mother Zhang said that her old son was just messing around. There are lotus flowers in the pond in the village. You can't see the flowers clearly.
This made a lot of sense and caused the family to burst into laughter.
Where there are people, there are privileges. When everyone is calling for murder, there is no shortage of private restaurants, like the "black shop" of the fat master.
Zhang Guoqing never fought insecure battles. As soon as he got the news, he would never forget when he would come back and bring his family and children over for a meal.
After going around and around, I can really see the lotus in a big pond at night. The lotus in the pond is full of green color, and the crowded lotus leaves occupy the whole pond.
A gust of evening breeze blew a scent of fragrance. Of course, coming here is not only to enjoy the lotus, there is also a feast of lotus. It is said that the whole body of lotus is full of treasure.
Of course, from the point of view of Mother Zhang, this is just to enjoy and have fun. I didn't look at a few tables and sitting at the tables were all extraordinary characters.
Lotus leaf sharp corner, lotus leaf stewed egg, lotus crisp, fish fragrant lotus roll, grass pond lotus bud, steamed lotus root with lotus powder, lotus root lion head, lotus root Yipin Xian, lotus fragrant black fish...
The chef who cooks is still very skilled, not worse than the imperial kitchen.
Let's not talk about other dishes, just lotus crisp.
After the fresh and tender lotus is oiled, the fresh taste and the burnt aroma are integrated. The dry and crisp taste, dipped in white sugar, is endless after eating.
Similar to the lotus banquet, Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao can say that they have never eaten a hundred seats, and they have tasted a lot in this life and past lives, but compared with this place, it still lacks a little flavor.
Smell the fragrance of lotus, eat lotus feast, drink lotus wine.
Had it not been for the situation to allow, Zhang Guoqing almost went to the kitchen and hired him for a high salary. Look at his little wife eating happily.
"Cough cough." Two coughs sounded behind Zhang Guoqing, and he turned his head to look, almost covering his face. Is it true that the enemy does not meet together?
No, this term is inappropriate for this place.
"Goddaddy, we deserve to be the two of you. We are so destined. When did you and my uncle come? Go, I'm bringing a family here, asking the children to please you."
Zhao Chuan Guangxu nodded, "Okay, I won't go home first when I come back. Your godmother still wonders when you and Jiaojiao will arrive tonight."
"God, I was wrong, you save some face for your son-in-law." Zhang Guoqing joked with him hippiely, and didn't forget to wink at Huang Jiagan.
"We are still wondering which character actually pulled the carriage over, or if your godfather heard Master Li say that he is a family of old and young, he said he might be an acquaintance, or he knew you."
Zhao Chuanguang slapped Zhang Guoqing on the forehead and said with a smile: "I looked at this place when I talked to you last time. You asked so in detail. It is estimated that you are the most likely to be you. I really didn't expect you to come here first. "
"When I came back the day before yesterday, I wanted to go to your place for a meal, and then I thought about how you worked with my godmother. You remember to say to my godmother, I want to eat stewed chicken at home on the weekend."
"Do you want a chicken butt?"
"Didn’t our family always have women in charge?"
Old Uncle Huang watched enviously at the two of them making trouble. As his sister said, they are no different from their relatives, even more intimate.
"Brother-in-law, time is almost up, should Xiaowu go by?"
Zhao Chuanguang avoided his brother-in-law and made a secret gesture, Zhang Guoqing immediately waved his hand, "You are busy, let's see you this weekend."
"Do you know who it is?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know. Old uncle, do it, and forgive me. Meeting your friends is all about the scenes."
Zhao Chuanguang let go and smiled, "Okay, your old uncle is leaving with me. It's rare for you to go on vacation, go with my daughter and grandson, have more delicious food, and goddad treats you."
"I remember to come to play at home when I have time. The old man is still thinking about the three children." Uncle Huang was taken away by Zhao Chuanguang and he turned his head.
Seeing the two disappeared back, Zhang Guoqing stood for a while, shook his head and smiled before leaving. Some people can avoid it in the capital, and come here to meet them.
Seeing the old son coming in, Zhang's mother immediately waved, "Have you paid? It's time to leave soon."
This was exactly what he liked. Zhang Guoqing just paid half a month's salary and didn't feel distressed anymore. He nodded and smiled: "I just packed some things and brought them back. They will be delivered soon. When they come, let's go."
After two jars of wine and packed dishes were delivered, Mother Zhang asked until the carriage, "How much did it cost?"
"Mother, I didn't spend a lot of money, and you didn't even look at a few guests." Zhang Guoqing said nonsense, "It's all broken leaves, just the few meat dishes, or just fished directly from the lake."
"Just break it, it's true that your mother has never seen the world. But the flowers, leaves, burn like that, so I will try it later."
"This is a good idea. Let's make an innovation. There are no flowers outside, but there is no shortage of flowers in the village. We have a lotus feast in summer, a chrysanthemum feast in autumn, and a rest in winter. We will have another flower feast in spring and we will live together. "
"Oh, it's really good to be said by my old son."
"It is necessary."
From the time it was dark until night fell, it was getting late and late, and there were fewer and fewer villagers in the village passing by, and the sound of frogs everywhere became one.
Not only can I see the gleaming stars in the sky, but also the Milky Way vaguely. Bright meteors flash across the night sky from time to time. The light of fireflies in the grass on both sides of the road is also fading.
This view looked at the twins who were full and full, UU reading www.uukānshu.com each pointed to the sky and whispered in the distance, and occasionally asked his brother for advice.
Father Zhang patted June 1 and May 1 in his arms, and smiled: "Have you seen it? Your father has the ability to make your milk laugh so much that you can't close your mouth all night."
"Grandma likes Dad, and I like Dad too."
"My grandma is good, we grow up to be filial to grandparents."
Zhang Daddy laughed with joy.
Looking at the son who was busy chatting with his wife while driving the car, and then at the good-looking daughter-in-law and grandson, as well as a pair of young grandchildren in his arms, how happy he wanted to be.
He has been thinking about the past, thinking about how he has survived those years, who would have thought that there would be such a good life when he was old.
It seems that his family really started with the birth of an old son, and the days eased up day by day, and he got better every day, especially when he married a good daughter-in-law, it was so good that he could smile and confess his happiness to his old man when he saw his father immediately. . There is room for rebirth in the fifties