"No need to buy, I brought it," Fu Wei Bo said as he took out two aluminum lunch boxes from the ox cart. "My father woke me up at four o'clock to pick someone up. Look, your sister-in-law got up early to make dumplings."
I touched the bottom of the lunch box with my hand.
"Hey, this... is a little cold. Let's heat it up in your dormitory later."
Fu Wei Bo smiled innocently at his third brother, "Let's go, park the ox cart in the yard and wake the children up to eat."
Fu Weilun curled his lips, smiled and sighed: "Brother, I haven't eaten yet. Besides, the two children are exhausted after sitting on the train for three days and three nights. Let them sleep more."
"Hehe, you're right, let the children sleep more," Fu Wei Bo scratched his head.
"Then... Third brother, you take the lunch box to the dormitory and I'll eat with you. I was in a hurry this morning and my father kicked me out before I could eat."
Fu Weilun nodded at him and took the lunch box. "Brother, follow me. Park the ox cart in the yard and we'll walk there."
"Okay... Third brother, can the ox cart enter the yard?"
"It's okay, I'll just tell the doorman."
He walked to the gatekeeper's office, said a few simple words to the insider, waved behind him, and motioned Fu Wei Bo to come in.
They tied the ox cart to a tree in the corner of the yard so that it would not affect outsiders' entry and exit. They went to the state-owned restaurant and bought some meat buns for breakfast.
The hotel is about four or five miles away from the county party committee dormitory.
On the way back, the two brothers talked and walked for about half an hour before they reached the dormitory.
At this time, the sun had just risen.
When he came back, he was holding a few buns in his hand. When he reached the door, he gave two buns to Uncle Wang, the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper is an old man in his sixties. He has been guarding the gate here for several years. No one knows what he did before. They only know that his last name is Wang. Everyone calls him Old Wangtou. Only a few people are polite enough to call him Uncle Wang. The old man, who is in his twilight years, looks at the bun in his hand and takes a bite with a smile, "Hmm... the meat filling is still... delicious!!!"
"This Secretary Fu is such a good person"
It is easy to see the King of Hell, but it is difficult to deal with little ghosts.
Although the people guarding the gate are not big shots, it is often these small people who play a crucial role in some big things.
Of course, this is all a story for the future. What happened now was just a small thing that Fu Weilun did casually.
The two brothers returned to the next room, where Fu Yu was still sleeping.
"Pah..."
A crisp sound...
Fu Wei Bo went up and slapped him, waking him up, "Son, get up and eat."
Fu Yu, who was forcibly awakened, looked at his father's smiling face in front of him, feeling helpless...
Fortunately, he is my biological father, otherwise I don’t know how many times I would have been beaten by him.
After getting dressed, I rubbed my head which was still a little dizzy from sleep.
His voice was still a little hoarse from just waking up, "Why are you here so early?"
Fu Wei Bo said, "Is it still early? Your uncle and I just went out for breakfast."
Then she pushed him outside and said, "Go clean up outside. I'll heat up the dumplings your mom made this morning."
She went outside to wash her face and brush her teeth, then returned to the house and sat on a stool. She looked at her uncle who was sitting at the table reading a book, then looked at her father who was busy in the kitchen, and asked, "Didn't anyone call her sister?"
Hearing this, Fu Weilun looked up at him and said, "Go and see. If Xiaoxiao wakes up, ask her to come over for dinner."
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