Chapter 1069 Borrowing the Kitchen

After hearing what Mr. Ling said, Yuanzhou choked and said nothing.

After a while, Yuan Zhou finally spoke: "Can I borrow the kitchen?"

"Okay, go ahead, it's right there." Mr. Ling pointed to the left hand side.

"Okay, thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded in thanks.

Mr. Ling shook his head, while Ling Hong was wearing mourning, like a real grandson.

Yin Ya, Jiang Changxi and Wu Hai who came with them quietly tied white cloths on their arms to show that they were relatives and friends.

Yuanzhou was cooking quietly in the kitchen. He first cooked a pot of porridge, and then started making other dishes.

"It's good to have some porridge early in the morning. Although there is no pickled vegetables, I will make something else for dinner, and it's something you haven't eaten before, Uncle Jia." Yuanzhou said silently.

"This twice-cooked pork is not bad." Yuanzhou remembered that when Ling Hong was treating guests, Uncle Jia had a special liking for twice-cooked pork and started cooking the meat again.

There are plenty of ingredients in the kitchen, enough for Yuan Zhou to cook all the dishes that Uncle Jia once ordered in the store.

There are egg fried rice and twice-cooked pork that Uncle Jia likes to order often, and there are also rare ones that Uncle Jia orders, and there is even a Dongpo pork elbow that Uncle Jia didn't have time to order.

The table was piled full of dishes. Yuan Zhou kept moving and legs, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, but he still had no intention of stopping.

Just kept cooking.

It wasn't until Mr. Ling came over to call for help that Yuan Zhou suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Let's go, take squad leader Jia up the mountain." Mr. Ling said softly, looking at the kitchen filled with plates of dishes.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands carefully.

"The food boxes are all in the cabinet." Mr. Ling pointed to the other side of the kitchen, where there was a whole side of cabinets.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou responded, then walked over and opened the cupboard.

Sure enough, there were all kinds of food boxes inside, a lot of them.

The top of the food box was very clean, without a trace of dust. It must have been wiped frequently, but Yuan Zhou still carefully wiped it every time he took out one.

Wipe it from inside to outside.

After wiping, Yuan Zhou put the plates of food in, and the plates of steaming dishes in the food boxes. Soon, there were seven or eight six-layer food boxes piled at Yuan Zhou's feet, all of them exquisite and beautiful.

"I'm afraid it's rare for Squad Leader Jia to eat so much delicious food at once." Mr. Ling said.

"Well, it's the first time." Yuan Zhou said.

"I gave him all the food boxes here. Isn't this food box beautiful?" Mr. Ling asked seriously with a wrinkled face.

"It looks good." Yuan Zhou said.

"That's natural, it must look good." Mr. Ling babbled.

After Yuan Zhou finished pretending, Yin Ya and Jiang Changxi, who were standing at the door, walked into the kitchen.

"Let's carry it out." Yin Ya said.

"Okay." Yuan Zhou nodded and did not refuse.

There were a total of twelve food boxes on the floor with six layers. Yuan Zhou couldn't take them all out by himself.

Including Yin Ya and Jiang Changxi, the three of them had to move twice before getting to the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, Ling Hong was burning paper money in the brazier, while Wu Hai was in a daze looking at the young and overly young portrait. His relationship with the old man was not that good, but it was definitely not bad.

Because he needed inspiration, Wu Hai often told stories. He listened to what the old man told him, but now Wu Hai couldn't accept it. From the moment he saw the portrait, his words changed from shooting the thief to "I was still fine a few days ago, and I'm still fine." .

"It's time to leave." Mr. Ling said.

As soon as Mr. Ling finished speaking, many people poured in outside the door, including craftsmen carrying coffins and people leading the way.

Ling Hong walked in front of the coffin holding Uncle Jia's portrait. Following the words of the craftsmen carrying the coffin and the guide, he walked a few steps and then knelt down, leaving the gate of the villa.

"Captain Jia, I asked Ling Hong to see you off. Although he is young and unattractive, he is also a good boy. You have no descendants, so he is your descendant. I know you like him." Mr. Ling looked at Ling Hong kneeling Out the door, I thought.

There was a hearse parked outside the gate, and the craftsmen worked together to get people into the car, and then got aboard themselves.

Perhaps because we were in the suburbs, the cars were driving very fast, and everyone was carrying the food boxes prepared by Yuan Zhou.

The speed was very fast, but it took nearly an hour to drive. It was a more remote place, the landscape was not very good, the mountains were not high, and there were other graves that could be vaguely seen, and there were not many trees.

"This is the cemetery that Captain Jia likes. He said he likes it here. It's quiet." Mr. Ling looked around and said.

Mr. Ling didn't want anyone to support him, so he just walked up the mountain step by step with a cane.

In fact, what Mr. Ling didn't say was that this place was Uncle Jia's former hometown, so he wanted to be buried here.

Mr. Ling walked slowly, with Jiang Changxi silently accompanying him, while Yin Ya followed Yuan Zhou carrying a food box.

The other food boxes were placed at the foot of the mountain first.

"I'll take it up myself." Yuan Zhou said, stopping the nanny and doctor who were coming to take care of Mr. Ling.

Yuan Zhou had two food boxes at a time. In addition to the one that Yin Ya helped carry, Yuan Zhou ran down the mountain six times, and Yin Ya accompanied Yuan Zhou every time.

When Yuan Zhou's food boxes were placed next to the cemetery, Mr. Ling also came up alone.

The craftsmen moved the sealed coffin inside. After the end of the coffin was put into the small black hole, the leading craftsman began to ask people to throw coins into it.

Mr. Ling took the lead, and then each of the six people threw a handful of coins. During the process, the leader also said some auspicious words.

These words were originally meant for Uncle Jia's descendants to bless them, but now there are no younger generations, so the leader changed them to be for Uncle Jia's friends.

After finishing speaking, Ling Hong was still burning paper silently, while Yuan Zhou began to open the food box and put out various dishes.

"I'm here to help." Yin Ya wanted to step forward to help.

"Don't go, let him do it by himself." Jiang Changxi took Yin Ya's arm and said.

"Okay." Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou and then at Jiang Changxi, then stopped.

On the other hand, Mr. Ling silently stared at the craftsman who was sealing the tomb, and after a while he said, "These are all dishes that Squad Leader Jia has eaten, right?"

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded and continued to arrange the dishes.

"Squad Leader Jia is a good person. Although he is not on the battlefield, he is still brave." Mr. Ling suddenly said.

"It's just that I was still impulsive. I got into it out of passion and thought I was a young man." Mr. Ling said.

"If I had given in a little bit, I wouldn't be here now."

"This old guy is still fucking handsome compared to me. I'm much more handsome than you now." Mr. Ling's words turned into curses.

But no one spoke at this time.

"Go and kowtow to this old guy, and then leave." Mr. Ling pointed at Ling Hong with his eyes red.

Ling Hong said nothing, then stood up, kowtowed firmly, and stood.

"Let's go, wait for this old guy and the squad leader to be his squad leader." After saying that, Mr. Ling turned around and left.

As he walked away, he spoke dissatisfiedly: "Squad leader Jia, tell me about you. You walked away simply and left me such a big mess. You also told me that I had to find it. Tell me about you..."

There was no wind on the mountain, but Yuan Zhou didn't hear what he said clearly. The few people walked down the mountain slowly...