Chapter 352 352 Life

Chapter 352 352. Life

Song Tan's family was busy, and Xiao Zhang's car was almost smoking. He was full of confidence every day, pulling out express delivery in trucks.

In the quiet community of the imperial capital, Lao Zhu was happily putting 10 freshly rolled cigarettes in the special cigarette box he bought, and excitedly put them in his pocket, ready to go out with his hands behind his back.

Just then, the phone rang.

His extremely busy son called: "Dad, how are you doing recently? I just happen to be on vacation today, so I came to see you."

Lao Zhu was not very happy - his son was not considerate, he took a break and was busy with his own things. He was planning to show off to his old friends!

So he snorted: "Where are you going?"

If you haven't set off yet, don't come.

But the other party laughed: "Dad, it's just at the foot of the mountain."

Lao Zhu:...

He had to respond with a hum and then returned to the yard.

After thinking about it, he was his own son after all, so he started to make arrangements again:

"Do you have any more Tremella soup? Serve a bowl later."

"And the chili sauce rolls we ate the day before yesterday were also delicious. Can you make them now?"

"By the way, where did I put my honey?"

"When Yuntao comes up later, make a cup of honey water first."

Finally, he took out the cigarette rolling machine and rolled up the tobacco that he had finally snatched.

Old Zhu thought that it was his sincere love for his son after all - give him ten cigarettes!

But after rolling five cigarettes, he was reluctant to give them up. His granddaughter said that this thing was exchanged with great difficulty, and they didn't have much at all.

As a 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 he was reluctant to give it up, it's mainly for his son's health.

Smoking is harmful to health.

It doesn't matter if he smokes a little, 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.

Zhu Yuntao, the son of Lao Zhu, is also busy on weekdays. This time, he hurried up the mountain to see his old father.

As soon as he entered the yard, the cool breeze blew, and his anxious heart could not help but calm down.

When he entered the house, he saw Lao Zhu sitting in the living room, with the fan blowing coolly, which was more comfortable than the air conditioner.

Seeing his son come in, Lao Zhu raised his chin: "Yuntao, drink this cup of honey water, just brewed."

At this age, who doesn't know some health knowledge? The honey water that Lao Zhu asked someone to brew was warm.

When holding the cup, Zhu Yuntao resisted because of the heat. But as soon as the honey water entered his throat, the cool and sweet honey sweetness instantly spread in his mouth.

With the warm water flowing down his stomach, the whole person seemed to be washed from inside to outside, and it was particularly ironed.

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 have been recuperating for a long time."

As soon as he sat down, he saw the kitchen quickly brought a large bowl of Tremella soup.

It was probably not long after being taken out of the refrigerator, and it was still cool to the touch.

Old Zhu ordered again: "Hurry up, drink the Tremella soup."

Zhu Yuntao: ...

That is to say, why is his father so meticulous and considerate now?

It makes him feel uncomfortable.

And he drank honey water first, and then the sweet Tremella soup... Is there something strange about this?

However, thinking about the good taste of the honey water before, 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. There were not too many Tremella in it. 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 thing?"

Old Zhu couldn't hold back any longer: "This is what my eldest granddaughter sent me! Why, didn't you give me the tea and honey before?"

But it made Old Zhu jealous!

Zhu Yuntao was stunned for a moment, then he remembered, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:

"I put it at home after sending it. You know that we don't lack these things. The ones that were opened before have not been eaten yet. I guess they are stuffed in the storage room... I didn't expect it to taste so good..."

He was amazed after just one bite, and thought that he would find it no matter what when he went back.

However, this already made Old Zhu very angry:

"You have no vision! You don't eat good things, but put them in the storage room waiting for them to give birth to babies!"

"Thank goodness my eldest granddaughter is so filial that she sent the things to you first, and I, the grandfather, was put at the back of the queue!"

Zhu Yuntao:...

He looked up blankly: Why are you angry? This thing is good, but it won't go bad if you leave it!

Although he now regrets the taste...

Old Zhu punched the cotton, glanced at him, and said nothing.

After his son finished the Tremella soup and watched his anxious and excited look disappear, the father and son sat down and chatted steadily.

Zhu Yuntao never told his family about work. But after not seeing each other for a long time, there were more or less other things to talk about, such as how his old father was living in this nursing home——

Look at his complexion, he looks pretty good, but as a son, he wants to hear more details.

As he was talking, he saw Lao Zhu took out a fashionable cigarette box from his pocket, and then took out a slender cigarette without any logo.

His eyebrows jumped: "Dad, you can't smoke more now!"

Lao Zhu got even angrier when he heard it: "More?! Do you know how frugal I am? I smoke 10 cigarettes a day now! I don't dare to smoke even half a cigarette!"

There was really too little tobacco, and he was reluctant to smoke every cigarette.

He used to be an old smoker, at least two packs of cigarettes a day, and after repeated orders, he only reduced it to one and a half packs.

Now it's good, 10! It's sad to talk about it.

Zhu Yuntao's eyebrows jumped, and looking at his father's rosy face, he was willing to believe it. But everyone smokes, who doesn't know who?

How can someone who can't change for decades suddenly smoke 10 cigarettes a day?

And...

"Where did you get these cigarettes? They don't look like ours."

Speaking of this, it was the most proud achievement of the year for Old Zhu. At this moment, he pushed the five cigarettes he had prepared in advance to his son like a child showing off his treasures:

"Come, try them. These are for you."

Zhu Yuntao:...

Not really.

But 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 took the initiative to pass the cigarettes to him for him to smoke -

Life!

Good night, Pokémon.