Lu Zhiye smiled, unscrewed another small military kettle, and handed it to him: "What's this?
Try it and see if it suits your taste. Some people can drink this floral tea, but some can't.
When I was brewing the tea, I even added a small spoonful of honey. Even your uncle doesn’t have this blessing.”
Huo Qingjin's eyes narrowed into slits, and just as Huo Jianguo opened the door and walked in, a voice came: "What? I don't have any blessings?"
Huo Qingjin hurriedly took a big sip of the floral tea. The sweet taste made him forget to answer Huo Jianguo's question.
Lu Zhiye pointed at the small kettle and said, "I made these two pots of the scented tea your sister-in-law made.
Of course you are not blessed......"
Huo Jianguo curled his lips and took the kettle in front of Lu Zhiye to his side without any hesitation.
Without caring whether Lu Zhiye had drunk it before, he poured a big sip into his mouth.
This action made Lu Zhiye's mouth twitch. Isn't this too shabby?
He decided not to touch the kettle until he got off the bus.
Huo Jianguo raised his eyebrows and smiled frivolously, and handed the small kettle to Lu Zhiye: "I don't have any infectious diseases. Besides, when we were working on the construction site before, which of us didn't drink a bottle of water together?"
These words left Lu Zhiye speechless.
Huo Jianguo was not a man without sense of propriety. He took out a brand new water cup from his bag.
“Hey, this water cup was originally prepared for him, it’s new and has never been used.
There is hot water, go get it yourself.”
Lu Zhiye sighed, took the cup of water, stood up and walked out.
As soon as I reached the door, I bumped into Charles.
Charles stared at the food on Lu Zhiye and his friends' table like a pug.
He raised his chin and asked arrogantly, "You, you, what kind of dish is that?"
Afraid that Lu Zhiye couldn't understand foreign language, he turned around and waved to a little girl wearing glasses in the crowd.
They talked a lot in gibberish, and it seemed that the girl was specially arranged by the flight attendant to serve as an interpreter for them.
The little girl looked at Lu Zhiye with some embarrassment, because her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
How bad can your foreign language skills be?
Lu Zhiye responded to Charles in fluent foreign language: "This is the food we brought with us and cooked at home."
Charles raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was used to seeing Chinese people, so when he suddenly saw a little foreigner doing this action, Lu Zhiye found it a little funny.
"Then how can I eat this dish?"
This made Lu Zhiye laugh: "You can choose to buy a box lunch on the train."
“Did you make these dishes?”
Lu Zhiye looked at Charles as if he was a fool: "Of course it's different. Is there anything else? Please make way, I need to get some water."
Charles clenched his fingers and talked to the little girl anxiously.
The little girl was almost crying: "This is the food that others brought themselves, how can I give it to you?"
The little girl cursed in her heart and wished she would not take this job.
Just now, the conductor went to each carriage to ask if there was anyone who could speak a foreign language.
She happened to be studying foreign languages, and thought that talking with foreigners would definitely help improve her spoken English.
Plus the flight attendant said he would give me compensation, a full 20 yuan.
The little girl then agreed.
If she had known that the little foreigner would be such a difficult one, she wouldn't even have lifted her butt.
When Lu Zhiye was taking the water, he could clearly feel the burning gaze on the other side.
Just now he saw the two men who were from the army.
If I'm not mistaken, this gaze should come from the old man.
Lu Zhiye pretended not to know, quickly filled the cup with water, screwed the lid on, and walked towards his own box.
Old Lu gave a look to the person next to him, and that person understood and walked quickly to Lu Zhiye.
He lowered his voice and said, "Comrade, is it convenient for you now?"
Lu Zhiye’s back tensed up and he sneered in his heart: Are you so impatient?
He tightened the teacup in his hand and threw it to the man with a crew cut.
Following him, he walked towards Mr. Lu’s box.
Charles, who was standing not far away, still wanted to pester them, but when he saw the murderous aura of the leader, he quickly shut his mouth.
The little foreigner was full of confusion: They are obviously not together, do they know each other?
Not long after getting on the bus, his uncle reminded him not to provoke the old man.
So at this time, Charles did not dare to step forward to stop him.
After arriving at the box, two boys stood guarding the door, one on the left and one on the right.
Lu Zhiye looked at the old man sitting there, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.
The old man stared at Lu Zhiye with a sharp gaze, looking him up and down.
After a long while, he pointed to the berth on the other side and said, "Young comrade, sit down and have a chat with me?"
His tone was kind, yet unquestionable.
You can tell at first glance that he is a superior, used to issuing orders.
Lu Zhiye tensed up, sat to one side, and spoke first: "I wonder what you want to talk to me about?"
"Your last name is Lu, right?"
Lu Zhiye's heart trembled, but then he felt relieved.
Based on the old man's identity, he could find out Lu Zhiye's name by simply asking the flight attendant.
"Well, haven't you already asked the flight attendant?
Let's not beat around the bush. You are not an ordinary person, but I am just a small businessman.
If there is anything that requires my cooperation, I will try my best to cooperate.
But if you just want to chat about family matters, I'm sorry I can't keep you company.
Two friends over there are waiting for me to have dinner."
Lu Mingde laughed, and the noise was heard by the two men outside, who subconsciously tightened their grip around their waists.
How long has it been since they heard the old leader laugh so heartily?
He was a god of war defending his country on the battlefield, but in recent years he has been tortured by illness and has become emaciated.
Life is about to come to an end.
The old leader has a knot in his heart, and everyone close to him knows it.
"Good boy, the tone of your voice is exactly the same as your grandfather's."
When saying this, Lu Mingde's voice revealed nostalgia.
If he had only had suspicions before, after a brief chat with the young man, he was able to confirm the identity of the person in front of him.
The mat next to Lu Zhiye was wrinkled by him, and one could imagine how uneasy he felt inside.
"I'm afraid you've got the wrong person. My grandfather has always lived in a small mountain village.
He died a long time ago, so you probably don’t know him.”
When Lu Mingde heard him say this, his lips trembled.
Looking back to the past, when he first learned about the deterioration of the Lu family, he tried his best to deal with it.
But it was still of no avail, and in the end it was even suppressed by other factions.
Others only see the scenery of his position, but fail to notice the undercurrents behind it.
In any era when power changes, one can fall into the quagmire if one is not careful.
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