So when Huo Ze woke up the next afternoon, he saw Du Siming staring at him unhappily with two huge dark circles under his eyes.
Looking at Du Siming's listless face due to staying up late, Huo Ze's memory slowly returned. Thinking of everything that happened last night, he suddenly felt unwell. He could only look at Du Siming awkwardly and reluctantly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know I would be like that after drinking."
"Stop, you should tidy up the sheets first." Du Siming, who had been washing the sheets for the whole morning, didn't want to wash them anymore. He stretched out his hands, which were white from rubbing them, and looked at Huo Ze with a face full of grievance. "I've been washing them all morning, and there are still two left to wash. I'll give them to you."
Huh? Huo Ze, who had to get to work the moment he woke up, was a little stuck. Just as he was about to refuse, he saw Du Siming tiredly climbing onto the bed. He was speechless and could only nod dejectedly.
Perhaps because he was busy all day, Du Siming fell asleep immediately and started snoring. This shows how difficult last night was for him.
Seeing this, Huo Ze silently covered him with a quilt, then resignedly got up and went to clean up the sheets and quilt covers that he had soiled.
At this time, the yard was already full of sheets and quilt covers hanging there. Looking at the sheets and quilt covers fluttering in the wind, Huo Ze's only feeling was that it was fortunate that there were two yards, otherwise there would be no place to dry them.
"Uncle, you're awake." Just as Huo Ze was daydreaming, Du Jiang came in carrying a net bag of fruit. Seeing Huo Ze's sleepy appearance, Du Jiang immediately raised the net bag in her hand and said, "I bought some apples and pears. Let's make some snow pear soup tonight."
"Okay, Xingle, school isn't over yet." Huo Ze glanced behind Du Jiang, then subconsciously looked up at the setting sun in the sky.
"He wants to eat braised food. Huo Yang took him to buy some. He doesn't have to rush to cook dinner tonight." After saying that, Du Jiang looked around but didn't see Du Siming. He couldn't help but ask, "My dad's not here, is he?"
"He's resting in the room. Let's call him for dinner tonight." Huo Ze picked up a stool and sat beside the laundry basin and began to wash.
As soon as he reached out his hand, Du Jiang stopped him, "No, uncle, don't wash it. Someone will bring the washing machine over soon. Just use it directly."
The washing machine helped Huo Ze, and he said without hesitation, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll collect the dried things first."
"Then I'll trouble you, uncle. I'll go make some soup first, and we'll have dinner when Huo Yang and the others come back."
Du Jiang's pear soup had just been stewed when there was a knock on the door. Du Jiang looked through the window at the two people carrying the washing machine in, and hurried out, handing the bill in his pocket to the other party.
After the workers installed the washing machine and left, Huo Ze put the sheets in eagerly and then started operating according to the instructions.
Looking at the washing machine spinning non-stop in the drum, Huo Ze sighed with emotion, "Society is indeed becoming more and more advanced, and this thing is becoming more and more fashionable. It saves a lot of time."
"It's really much more convenient," Du Jiang was very satisfied with. "It will be much easier to wash large items in the future."
Huo Yang was also very satisfied with this, but he still had some dissatisfaction. "That's true, it's indeed much more convenient, but it's a bit louder, and I have to wring it out."
Listening to the flaws that Huo Ze had pointed out, Du Jiang agreed, "That's true, but I guess the functions will be more complete in the future."
"That's right, just like washing machines and televisions, they're updated very quickly." Huo Ze nodded thoughtfully. "Did Yangyang set up an electronics factory? Does it process these parts?"
"Yes, in addition to this, I also brought back a lot of electronic products from the south." Du Jiang knew a little about Huo Yang's business. "Uncle, do you have any suggestions?"
"I don't have any suggestions, I just suddenly had some ideas. I'll ask Yangyang when he comes back." Huo Ze couldn't explain it clearly at this time, but some vague ideas popped up in his mind.
Hearing this, Du Jiang stopped interrupting and said, "Okay, uncle, you think about it first. I'll go see how the soup is cooking."
Perhaps he was thinking too deeply, for as soon as Huo Yang came back, Huo Ze couldn't wait to pull him to the kitchen, leaving Huo Xingle, who was carrying braised food, and Du Jiang, who came out with a bowl, looking at each other in bewilderment in the living room.
The bowl in his hand was slightly hot, and Du Jiang was the first to come back to his senses. He stepped forward and placed the bowl on the dining table. He turned his head to look at Huo Xingle, who was still stunned, and raised an eyebrow and said, "Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Put the food on the table and go call your grandpa to come out for dinner."
Huo Xingle looked towards the stairs, suppressing his curiosity and turning around to wake Du Siming up.
When Du Siming, who had washed up, sat at the dining table, the two people upstairs had not come down yet.
Huo Xingle's stomach was already rumbling. Seeing this, Du Siming directly picked up a piece of pig's trotter and put it in his bowl. "Eat it first. Just leave some for them."
"I'll go get the bowls," Du Jiang stood up and walked towards the kitchen. After a while, he came out with one or two bowls. He picked out two portions of the various braised dishes on the table and left them for Huo Yang and Huo Ze.
Fortunately, the negotiation between the two did not last too long. When they were halfway through the meal, the two men finally came out.
Huo Yang's emotions were extremely reserved, and Du Jiang couldn't tell anything for a moment. However, as his bedmate, Du Jiang could still feel the ups and downs of his emotions, including that kind of joy. Du Jiang looked at the two of them puzzledly, but it seemed that the two of them had agreed in advance, and they were unwilling to reveal even a single word.
Fortunately, Du Jiang and Du Siming were not the type to ask questions, so they stopped talking immediately.
Du Jiang stood up and brought two bowls of warm soup from the kitchen and placed them in front of the two of them. "The food is still warm, so don't heat it up. Drink some soup to moisten your stomach first."
"Okay, thank you."
"Excuse me Jiang Jiang"
During this time, Du Siming glanced at Huo Ze several times, but he never said anything.
Watching the expressions of the two, Du Jiang slowly nibbled the pig's tail in his hand. He had to admit that even though his cooking skills had improved a lot over the years, there was still a gap between him and the ones sold outside.
"The braised food here is quite good," Du Jiang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "Is it the new one that opened on the corner?"
"Yes, and she's an acquaintance." Seeing that Du Jiang liked it, Huo Yang picked up another piece of food with chopsticks and put it on the plate in front of Du Jiang. "Du Yingying, she opened a delicatessen and it seems that her business is pretty good."
Ah, Du Jiang was a little slow to react, "Yingying, she is in Cangzhou."
"Yes, Xu Zhizhou is also here, currently working at the high school," Huo Yang briefly recounted the meeting. "He said he and Du Jiaming opened the business together, as a brother and sister partnership."
The name he hadn't heard for a long time rang in his ears again, and Du Jiang couldn't help but recall the green days of the past. After a long time, Du Jiang smiled and said, "Let's get together when we have time. It's been many years since we last saw each other. Back then, Meng Cheng and Du Jiaming took care of us, and our steamed buns sold very well."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Huo Yang's voice was as honest and low as ever, and his eyes were full of Du Jiang, which made Huo Xingle feel very sad.
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