Wang Fugui took out his phone and called his son.
Meanwhile, Wang Ziming, who was minding the shop, received a call from his elderly father and answered it immediately.
"Hello, Dad."
"Ziming, are you busy?"
"I'm not busy, Dad, what's wrong? Tell me."
Wang Ziming gestured to his wife, signaling her to go inside and answer a phone call, as he walked into the store.
He opened a hardware store in the county town, where he regularly delivered goods and did small business.
Although life wasn't wealthy, it was enough to support the whole family.
It was quite unexpected to receive a call from his dad at this time.
His father usually only calls the younger generation, calling after the children get out of school, and rarely calls in the early morning.
This made Wang Ziming a little nervous.
"I brought you some nice things, but I forgot to let you know beforehand. No one answered the door when I knocked."
"Oh dear, there's definitely no one home at this hour. I'm at the shop, Dad, wait a minute, I'll be right back."
"It's okay, don't rush on the way."
"Okay, okay, Dad, I'm hanging up now."
Wang Ziming hurriedly hung up the phone and prepared to rush back.
"What's wrong? Is that Dad?"
His wife was sitting at the shop entrance when she saw him take out his car keys and asked him with concern.
"Okay, Dad's here. I'll go home and open the door. You can stay in the shop for a bit."
His wife nodded.
Wang Ziming rode the tricycle in front of the shop back home.
Wang Fugui saw his son return shortly afterward.
"Dad, you must be getting impatient. Let's go to the shop for lunch together later!"
When Wang Ziming saw his elderly father sitting on the steps with a bamboo basket on his back, head down, waiting for him without playing on his phone, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
The older I get, the more heartbroken I feel seeing my parents getting older; they suddenly seem so pitiful.
Love often makes me feel indebted.
The thought of his father carrying something good from afar to give it to him really makes him want to cry!
"What's the rush? No rush. Is the shop busy?"
Wang Fugui smiled as he watched his son rush back and stood aside.
"It's alright, I'm not out delivering right now. Xiaoling is minding the shop. I'll come back to pick you up."
As Wang Ziming spoke, he picked up the bamboo basket his father had brought.
That was an awkward move; I almost couldn't lift it up.
I thought it was just some food, so I didn't put in enough effort.
"It's heavy, I'll carry it."
When Wang Fugui saw his son's expression change, he quickly stepped forward to lend a hand.
"It's okay, it's not heavy. What are you carrying? It's tiring to carry all this way. Just give me a call next time, and I'll go back and get it. I can just drop by when I'm delivering. Why carry it all the way here? You're not young anymore..."
Wang Ziming kept nagging as he opened the door and led his elderly father inside.
Wang Fugui pretended not to hear. As soon as he entered the house and changed his shoes, he couldn't wait to rummage through the bamboo basket and happily pulled out a bag of tea eggs.
"Look what good things I brought you."
Wang Fugui's voice was filled with excitement.
Wang Ziming was also a little excited. He took the bag and glanced at it. Good heavens, it was a whole bag of tea eggs!
Wang Ziming almost burst into tears when he saw his gray-haired father treating a bag of tea eggs like a treasure and eagerly offering them to them.
It was because he wasn't filial enough that he didn't buy his father any good food, which made his father think that tea eggs were a good thing and even carried them all the way to deliver them.
Wang Ziming looked extremely sad, lost in deep self-blame.
Wang Fugui looked at his unresponsive son and gave him a strange look.
What are you doing, just standing there in a daze? He's been holding back from eating these tea eggs all the way here, and he finally managed to bring them over!
"Where's the pot? It's a bit cold, let me heat it up for you."
Wang Fugui touched the tea egg and found it wasn't so hot anymore. He went to the kitchen, poured the soup and egg in, and started heating it.
"Dad, stop working and sit down on the sofa to rest. Let me do it."
Wang Ziming snapped out of his daze and prepared to go into the kitchen to help.
At this moment, as soon as the tea egg bag was opened and heated, a rich aroma of savory sauce immediately filled the kitchen.
It was intense and swift, directly suffocating Wang Ziming's face.
Um?
Something's not right, why does this tea egg smell so good?
It's much more fragrant than the tea eggs his wife makes!
"Dad, did you make these tea eggs yourself?"
Drawn by the aroma of the tea eggs, Wang Ziming leaned closer to examine them in the pot. The eggs, each with a tea-colored hue and deep cracks, had bronze-colored shells that made them look quite unusual.
"No, I couldn't possibly make such fragrant tea eggs. I bought them on the bus for ten yuan each. I didn't even dare to eat them myself, so I bought ten and brought them to you."
"What! Ten yuan each!"
Upon hearing the price, Wang Ziming jumped three feet high and took a step back.
He thinks that the tea eggs from takeout are too expensive at three yuan each, so he prefers to cook them at home if he wants to eat them.
His father actually ate tea eggs that cost ten yuan each in the countryside?
Wang Ziming's first reaction was that his father had been scammed.
Wang Fugui could tell what his son was thinking just by looking at his expression.
Seeing that the tea eggs in the pot were starting to steam, I picked one up, quickly peeled it open, and stuffed it into my son's mouth.
"You'll know once you try it."
This is a famous quote about life that he recently learned.
When you encounter something you've never seen before, don't rush to expose your limited understanding. Try it out first before criticizing it.
Otherwise, you'll end up like him, embarrassed and having to shamelessly apologize.
The aroma of the tea egg that entered his mouth was so enticing that it seemed to tangibly appear in his mouth.
Wang Ziming's mouth was gagged, and he couldn't speak.
He opened his mouth and started eating.
His eyes grew brighter and brighter as he ate, and he became more energetic.
Wang Fugui turned off the heat when he saw that the tea eggs in the pot were almost heated up, because he was afraid that if he cooked them for too long, the soup would dry up.
The flavor of an egg, no matter how delicious, has its limitations.
The secret to making such fragrant tea eggs is this pot of braising liquid.
Ten yuan for a tea egg is too expensive.
He specifically asked for extra broth, so that after he finished eating, he could soak some eggs in the broth again, and the taste would definitely be just as good.
The old man is quite shrewd.
"Go make me a cup of tea. Eating them on their own can be choking. Tea eggs and tea are meant to be savored slowly to appreciate their flavor, you know?"
Wang Ziming had a whole egg in his mouth and was choking.
While struggling to burp, I went to make tea.
Wang Fugui took a small bowl, filled it with two tea eggs, and placed it on the table. He peeled the eggs while waiting for his tea.
The tea was served, and he had already peeled the tea eggs.
I took a small bite, chewed carefully, squinted my eyes, and savored the rich aroma as it melted in my mouth.
I'll have another sip of tea.
The difference between the two teas was immediately apparent.
"The young boss wasn't lying. The tea used for these tea eggs is indeed of good quality. I didn't notice anything special just eating the tea eggs, but after taking a sip of the tea you brewed, the aroma of the two teas immediately made it clear which one was better."
Wang Ziming: ......
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