Chapter 1195 Invisible Bomb
Fu Jingyou sighed barely audibly and asked Yu Hong:
"How long will you stay this time? When will you leave?"
Yu Hong hesitated and replied:
"Well... I still need to do some work handovers in the next few days, so my next departure won't be until next week at the earliest."
Fu Jingyou nodded gently:
"You don't have anything urgent to do later, right? I'll pack some things and you can bring them over next time... Can you open fire where you live?"
Although Fu Jingyou was asking questions, he had already stood up and called Tang Mei to take action:
"Aunt, do you still have some bird's nest and snow frog at home? Hurry and bring them over."
Tang Mei nodded quickly and did it.
Fu Jingyou was also busy.
He brought over rock sugar, dried lotus seeds, red dates and other things from his home.
In addition, I also took a thick stack of oil paper.
"She's not in good health, and when she's busy she can't take care of herself. Please be patient and remind her to rest..."
Tang Mei brought over the bird's nest and snow frog, and Fu Jingyou, like a Chinese medicine doctor preparing medicine, tied the bird's nest and snow frog into several small packages according to the proportions.
"After peeling the snow frog, soak it and rinse it clean. Then, stew it with the other ingredients in this small bag. The same goes for the bird's nest. It also needs to be soaked and cleaned before stewing. This portion can be stewed about four times after soaking. If you find it difficult to do it later, you can break it into pieces before soaking..."
He was busy and chattering.
Yu Hong nodded in response, but her heart was sore that her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Yu Hong was touched and felt guilty.
But in the end, he could only disguise his tiredness by lowering his head and pretending to yawn.
It was the same suitcase she had brought. Fu Jingyou cleared out the things in it, filled it up again, and walked her to the door to get in the car.
Although his worries remained unchanged, it was true that Fu Jingyou felt more at ease after Yu Hong's visit.
What Fu Jingyou probably didn't know was that during the short period that Yu Hong stayed at home, Lu Yuanzheng, who was sitting opposite the coffee table, was nervous and sweaty.
Lu Yuanzheng's understanding of his son-in-law Fu Jingyou is sometimes even better than his understanding of his own daughter.
His son-in-law is calm, down-to-earth, motivated and promising.
He also treats his daughter as a treasure and is a good husband and a good father.
From all aspects, they are all people who have climbed up from the bottom and are rarely successful.
But now the bad thing is his sincerity.
It's fine when nothing happens, but once something happens, he will probably be crazier than anyone else.
Lu Yuanzheng felt like sitting on pins and needles, fearing that Assistant Yu would say something fatal.
Fortunately, no...
But then again, while Lu Yuanzheng breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but feel a little worried again.
He and Lu Miao are engaged in two different fields and have contacts at two different levels.
The military departments, led by the Ministry of National Defense, revealed some information to Lu Yuanzheng early in the morning.
And now the diplomatic department, led by the British Socialist Society, has arranged people to come over.
Fu Jingyou didn't know whether it was a delaying tactic, but how could Lu Yuanzheng not know?
Fu Jingyou just fooled him, but Lu Yuanzheng couldn't help but think more deeply about it.
The more I think about it, the more worried I become.
In the whole family, Lu Yuanzheng is probably the one with the most pressure.
Just when he thought that this matter was temporarily stable and he could focus on dealing with another matter, he overlooked that there was a hidden bomb in the house...
On the eve of the winter solstice, the first snow of the year fell in northern Beijing.
Tang Mei just talked to Lu Yuanzheng this afternoon, asking him to see if he could buy pork at the market over there when he came back from school tomorrow.
If possible, buy some so that we can make dumplings at home during the Winter Solstice.
It will gradually get colder the day after tomorrow, so it won’t go bad if you wrap more.
Lu Yuanzheng finally responded, but after receiving a phone call in the evening, he didn't even have time to eat two bites of his meal. He hurriedly left the table, put on his coat, and went out.
Fu Jingyou also called home in advance and said that he would be discussing something with colleagues from a research institute in the south today and would not be back for dinner in the evening.
After Lu Yuanzheng left, only Tang Mei and a few children were left at the table.
The older ones are sensible and do what they are supposed to do step by step without any interference from others.
Only Baichuan.
As soon as Grandpa left, the little fellow immediately puffed up his face with melancholy, and asked in a muffled voice:
"Grandma, is Grandpa coming back?"
Tang Mei caressed his little face lovingly and coaxed him:
"Of course I'm back. Grandpa is going to a meeting and will be back later."
Baichuan tilted his head and asked again:
"What about Dad?"
Tang Mei smiled and picked up some food for him and said:
"Dad is out talking to someone. He'll be back after we finish eating and washing our faces."
"oh!"
Baichuan believed it and finally concentrated on eating.
When the little guy was soaking his feet under the lamp at night, he kicked the water in the basin and hesitantly asked another person:
"Grandma, is Mom busy too?"
"Yes, Mom is busy at work too."
"So will you come back after Mom finishes her work?"
"That's right, our Yangyang is really smart!"
While praising him, Tang Mei wrung out a steaming hot towel and came over to wipe Baichuan's face.
Baichuan felt uncomfortable and kept pushing and struggling with his little hands, but he could never escape this essential daily step.
With a little face that was red from someone's actions, perhaps from the heat, grandma changed the towel for Baichuan to dry his feet, and then carried him to the bed.
When grandma was pulling down his trouser legs, the little guy held onto grandma's shoulders and kept mumbling:
"When will mom be back from work?"
"this……"
Tang Mei paused, not knowing how to answer this question for a moment.
But it was only for a moment, Tang Mei said:
"Let's go to sleep first. When we wake up tomorrow, Mom will be back, okay?"
Although Baichuan was young, he obviously didn't believe this.
He frowned slightly, feeling aggrieved while questioning:
"I've already washed my face, grandma, but Daddy isn't back yet..."
Tang Mei didn't expect that the kid had such a good memory today.
He can still remember what was said during the meal.
Just when I was not sure how to respond, I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening and closing in the hall outside.
Tang Mei said, "Listen, isn't Dad back? Okay, go to sleep."
Baichuan also heard the noise, but still didn't believe it.
“Dad, Dad!”
Baichuan jumped on the bed and screamed at the top of his voice.
Fu Jingyou followed the sound and knocked on the door, then gently scolded through the door:
"What are you arguing about? It's so late and you're still not sleeping. Don't disturb grandma and sister's rest!"
"ah!"
Baichuan screamed and crawled into the quilt with his butt sticking out.
The little guy was afraid of being spanked by his father, but was also looking forward to his father coming in to hug him, so he opened the quilt a little, and the dog and cat sneaked in and peeked out.
Tang Mei found it funny, so she pulled the boy out of the quilt, unbuttoned his clothes, and said in a high voice, facing the door:
"It's time to go to bed, you should hurry up and get ready!"
"Um."
Fu Jingyou responded softly and went upstairs.
In the room downstairs, Baichuan was completely convinced by his grandmother's words.
Thinking that dad is back and mom will be back soon.
When the boy was taking off his clothes, his grandma touched his itchy spot and he giggled. Finally, his chubby little face showed a smile like the sun again.
…
Let’s talk about Fu Jingyou.
In July and August, several research institutes came to the factory to discuss cooperation.
There was no time at that time, and Fu Jingyou didn't manage to close a single order.
Nowadays, most of those research institutes have no follow-up, only the electric locomotive research group in Hunan insisted on coming to us.
The young comrade who was in contact with him did not hide anything. He first revealed that Sun Youcheng was a senior in their research group before he went to the Northeast.
Later, they mentioned that after returning from northern Beijing a while ago, their research team also visited several equipment factories to understand the situation.
I just feel that none of them are that reliable, so the cooperation has been shelved.
This time, they took advantage of the lifting of control in northern Beijing and hurried over again.
This matter was originally introduced by an acquaintance. The other party came from far away, and Fu Jingyou didn't want to make them run for nothing.
It just so happened that he felt at ease recently, and Fu Jingyou has calmly returned to work.
He made a promise at the dinner table today, saying that he had just received new machinery and equipment, which could shorten the construction period by more than half.
Before the Winter Solstice, I quickly finalized the matter with others.
The other party came here to ask for help, so naturally he would like to receive compliments.
Once the mood and atmosphere are high, picking up the wine glass is just a natural thing to do.
Fu Jingyou couldn't refuse, so he drank half a bottle of white wine while eating and chatting.
On the way back by bike, a cold wind kept blowing in my face, but I didn't feel anything.
When I got home and took a shower with hot water, the warmth made me feel a little drunk.
Halfway through the shower, he felt something soft under his feet. Fu Jingyou turned off the shower and retreated to the dry and wet room outside with a frown on his face.
I was leaning against the sink with my eyes closed to soothe my drunkenness when I heard a soft "tap" from the living room.
Originally thinking that it was the northwest wind outside that made the terrace door rattle, Fu Jingyou didn't take it to heart at all.
Until the faint sound of footsteps was heard in the house again, and soon there seemed to be the sound of the wardrobe door sliding.
Fu Jingyou suddenly raised his head and opened his sharp eyes, which were as sharp as those soaked in rain and dew, in the mirror.
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