The sign outside the house was written in big red letters and could be seen from a distance. The house was also quite large, and although the food might not be cheap, it was still quite crowded.

Most of the time, several people come here to eat together. There is a table next to the wall with a thermos and teacups on it. You can call the waiter to pour you water.

Just after entering the door, there is a blackboard with today's dishes written on it with chalk.

"Comrade, what do you want to eat?"

Just as they found a good place to sit down, someone came over. Meng Xiangan looked at the menu at the door, then looked at Fang Zhiyi and the others, then raised his hand and said:

"Zhiyi, tell this comrade what you want to eat. Don't be polite. Your uncle has finally come back, so you can eat whatever you want."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the blackboard at the door, and then looked at the food on other people's tables. She had never been to some of them before, and she didn't know what was delicious.

"Uncle, you should do it. I can't choose. Just pick a few. We are not picky eaters."

Seeing her like this, Meng Xiangan had no choice but to come himself.

"What a coincidence! You have braised pork today, right? Give us one. Braised short ribs, too. Fried peanuts, stir-fried rapeseed, and an egg. For the main course, five steamed buns."

Meng Xiangan ordered four dishes and a soup. After listening to his menu, the waiter quickly calculated the prices. The braised pork was 50 cents per portion, the braised spare ribs 30 cents, the fried peanuts 20 cents, the stir-fried rapeseed 10 cents, and the soup 15 cents.

Including the rice, the total cost was one yuan and forty cents. Of course, it was more than that. They not only had to pay money, but also had to give meal tickets and meat tickets.

Meng Xiangan readily paid the money. He had been a soldier for so many years and had never married or raised children. He earned and spent the money alone. He often ate in the cafeteria and was on missions, so he had no time or place to spend money.

So he has saved up some money over the years, at least he is richer than most people, so he is very happy to spend the money on meals.

After paying the money, the waiter went to the back, and Fang Zhiyi quietly looked around.

After waiting for a while, someone called out the names of dishes loudly at the kitchen door. When it came to their dishes, they agreed, and the dishes were delivered to them. They could also go and get them themselves.

They waited for a while before all the dishes were served. Fang Zhiyi looked at the dishes on the table and thought that they were really affordable. Each plate was so full that it seemed like it would overflow if a little more was added.

After all the dishes were served, they started eating. Meng Xiangan scooped a bowl of soup for each of them, and the three of them started eating.

Fang Zhiyi tasted each dish at first and found that the taste was quite good, similar to many restaurants he had eaten at before.

Although there is a slight difference, it can be ignored. After all, the conditions here are completely incomparable to what she ate before.

While eating, Fang Zhiyi thought, no wonder there are so many people here, the chef's skills must be better than most people.

If you want to eat meat, you can come here to have a bite. The portions are large, affordable, convenient and saves trouble.

"Eat more. If it's not enough, we can ask for more. Look how skinny you two are."

After hearing this, Fang Zhiyi collected his thoughts and nodded with a smile. Fang Zhilin was being taken care of by his uncle, and the unfinished food in the bowl was taken away by him.

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After returning home from dinner, Meng Xiangan began to pack his things and first took out the gifts for them, which had been bought a long time ago.

I originally planned to send it back, but he had a mission and it was delayed.

But he didn't expect such a thing to happen. Looking at the gifts given to his sister and brother-in-law, Meng Xiangan blamed himself a little. If he had sent it back earlier, his sister would have received it.

He prepared a set of clothes for his little nephew, including overalls and a small suit. He had seen his comrade's children wearing them before, and they looked pretty good.

He didn't have any children of his own, so he thought of his nephew, thinking that he would look good in the clothes, so he bought one for himself.

Fang Zhiyi was also given clothes, a red plaid suspender skirt, but after what happened, this skirt will definitely be put in the bottom of the closet this year.

There was also a long-sleeved shirt, a set of two, and a pair of small leather shoes, originally intended as a gift for her work.

I could wear it to work and it would also be a nice touch. I didn't expect something like this to happen, but it has already happened and life has to go on. I can wear it later.

Fang Zhilin was so happy when he saw the new clothes his uncle gave him that he ran around the house with the clothes in his hand. This was the first time Fang Zhiyi saw him so happy.

Fang Zhiyi looked at the gift given to her, took it, and folded it carefully. It was impossible to wear it now, but fortunately it would not be out of style, so she could wear it later.

Looking at the other things in his uncle's bag, Fang Zhiyi knew that they were gifts that had not been given away, but were for his parents.

"This is a dress I bought for my sister. I saw it while on a mission and I felt that this dress was born to belong to my sister."

"My sister must have looked great in it, so in my free time, I dragged my comrades to buy it for me. But I never thought I would never see her wearing it in my lifetime."

"I originally thought that if I gave her this dress, she would definitely laugh and dislike me for wasting money. Even though she would say no, she would definitely be very happy in her heart."

"But there's no chance now. Zhiyi, take a look at it. Isn't it beautiful? It suits your mother very well."

Fang Zhiyi looked at the polka-dot skirt in his hand and thought about Fang's mother's expression. She had to admit that her uncle had a very good taste. This skirt was indeed very suitable for her.

"Very suitable." Fang Zhiyi looked at the man with red eyes and didn't know how to comfort him. He could only say these three words dryly.

"As long as it suits you, that's fine. As long as it suits you, that's fine."

Then he took out two more bottles of wine from his bag and said with a smile, "I was originally thinking that when I came back later, I would get drunk with your father. But now it seems that I can only drink such good wine by myself."

Although she was smiling, it looked uglier than crying.

......

After showing the gifts, Fang Zhiyi prepared to take him to visit his parents' grave. Although it is not allowed to worship and burn paper now, it is always okay to go and take a look.