Uncle Lin smiled like a flower: "Okay, okay, thank you very much, comrade, are you really not going to come over to my house and visit?"
Jiang Yu found the old man in front of him very interesting and shook his head again to refuse: "No, we'll talk about it later when there's a chance."
Uncle Lin felt a little disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face: "Yes, there will be opportunities in the future."
He kept Mr. Wen's words in mind and didn't dare to force the girl in the slightest.
Then, under Wen Yanqing's "hanging" gaze, he walked away holding the things, looking back every few steps.
The reluctant look on his face almost made people think that he was Jiang Yu's partner if it weren't for the age difference.
Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing at Uncle Lin's appearance.
Wen Yanqing pretended not to see it and blinked: "You just said you were busy, do you need my help?"
Jiang Yu shook his head: "No, it's a small matter, I can handle it myself."
Wen Yanqing suppressed the regret in her heart: "Okay, if you can't solve it, remember to come to me. If you feel bad, you can make me something delicious in exchange."
The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and Jiang Yu was ready to retreat. He said, "Comrade Wen, go back and eat. I won't disturb you anymore."
Wen Yanqing wanted to say that he didn't want to disturb her, but Jiang Yu had already said goodbye to him.
"Goodbye, Comrade Wen."
The dazzling sunlight fell on her, and her eyes were as bright as a deer.
Wen Yanqing pursed her lips: "Goodbye, Comrade Jiang."
Jiang Yu smiled and turned away.
Wen Yanqing watched her back until she disappeared around the corner, without waiting for her to turn back once.
I feel strangely... empty.
**
After the attendant saw the person leave, he came out and grinned, "Is that woman your girlfriend?"
Wen Yanqing frowned and said, "No, it's a distant relative of our family. Don't tell anyone about it."
The attendant blinked and understood immediately, nodding quickly: "Don't worry, I'm a very tight-lipped person."
Wen Yanqing deliberately ignored the expression on his face that said "I understand young people secretly dating" and turned to go home.
Remembering the scent of the person he had just caught, he quickened his pace.
As soon as he walked into the yard, an overbearing fragrance wafted out from the house. His heart trembled, and he had a bad premonition. He took two steps at a time and ran inside quickly.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Mr. Wen holding chopsticks and feasting on pickled fish, saying as he ate—
"Xiao Lin, this is so delicious! I've never eaten such tender fish in my life!"
"Lao Jiang's fish is shit compared to this girl's cooking! It tastes terrible."
Uncle Lin also enjoyed the meal very much. He kept nodding his head. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and his tongue was slightly numb. After tasting the stimulating spicy taste, he couldn't stop eating.
"Hey, Xiaolin, you've eaten enough. You can't eat anymore."
Uncle Lin put down his chopsticks reluctantly: "Yes, leader."
For the first time, I felt a little dissatisfied with my leader.
The pickled fish is so delicious, the fish is tender, the side dishes are tasty, and with the red peppers, it is sour and spicy, and extremely delicious.
He had never eaten such delicious fish in his life. Why was his leader so stingy?
Wen Yanqing walked in, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Grandpa, why didn't you wait for me to come back before eating?"
Old Master Wen glared at him, "I'm seventy years old. I can't stand being hungry. What's wrong with me eating first? Do you want an old man like me to wait for you to come back before I can eat? Don't you feel guilty?"
Wen Yanqing: “…” Is this what I mean?
Why didn’t you tell me you were seventy years old when you pretended to be sick and ate secretly?
Old Master Wen snorted again: "Besides, last time you ate the fish that Lao Jiang cooked for me, and this time I ate the fish that the girl gave you. This is called reciprocity!"
Wen Yanqing: “…………” The taste is so different, can they be compared?
For the first time in his life, he had the urge to swear. What a fucking reciprocity!
But this is not a good time to argue. If he doesn't move his chopsticks, the pickled fish will be eaten up by the old man.
Wen Yanqing acted quickly, sat down quickly, picked up the chopsticks and scooped up a chopstick full of sauerkraut. He scooped again, and it was still sauerkraut.
He was shocked. Could it be that all the fish were gone?
He didn't believe it and fished again, but there were only a few pickled cabbages and chili peppers left in the huge basin.
Wen Yanqing looked at Old Man Wen with resentful eyes: "Grandpa, why don't you leave one for me?"
Old Master Wen's eyes flickered, a trace of guilt flashing through his eyes, just a trace: "Gone? Oh, then it must have been eaten by Xiao Lin."
Uncle Lin, who had only eaten three chopsticks, said: "..."
With an "mmp" smile on his face, he looked at the old man talking nonsense seriously.
Wen Yanqing, who didn't get to eat the pickled fish, felt a little upset: "Grandpa, the doctor said you can't eat spicy food."
Mr. Wen's face was filled with the expression "I can't eat spicy food, that's not true." He waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "I'm fine. Besides, this girl is really thoughtful. She knew I can't eat spicy food, so she added a little chili."
Wen Yanqing was depressed: "..."That's made for me to eat!
She's not being so considerate just for you.
Mr. Wen finished a bowl of rice with the sauerkraut and fish soup, and finally couldn't eat any more: "I'll give you the rest of the sauerkraut."
Wen Yanqing: "..." I really thank you for being old.
Old Master Wen slumped comfortably in his chair, a look of satisfaction on his face. "That fish was so delicious! The fresh, numb, and slightly spicy flavor washed over me the moment I took a bite. There wasn't any earthy fishy smell to it. The slight numbness paired with the freshness of the fish was absolutely amazing. It was incredibly smooth. I, Old Master Wen, am considered a bit of a glutton, but in all the years I've eaten fish, none of them were as delicious as this one!"
Wen Yanqing swallowed silently: "…………" Her resentment towards the old man deepened.
Grandpa, did you do this on purpose or on purpose or on purpose?
Old Master Wen said, "Yanqing, I just heard from Xiaolin that the girl's surname is Jiang. Which Jiang is it? Whose family is she from? Is she a relative of the old Jiang family next door? How did you two meet?"
Wen Yanqing ate the sauerkraut silently without saying a word.
Seeing his sullen look, Old Man Wen got angry: "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. But I'm telling you, the girl is pretty and can cook. You better be smart. If the girl doesn't like you later, I'll take her in as my granddaughter!"
A child who is so good at cooking cannot be given a cheap price to other families.
If his grandson is too useless, he can just adopt the other one as his godson.
Wen Yanqing paused with the chopsticks that were picking up pickled vegetables, lowered his brows and said sadly: "..." She really doesn't like him!
Uncle Lin suddenly asked, "Yan Qing, did that girl come here on foot or by bike?"
Wen Yanqing looked up blankly: "She came here by car."
Uncle Lin asked again: "Did you send anyone to the station just now?"
Wen Yanqing suddenly felt that the pickled cabbage in his mouth no longer had any flavor. He moved his mouth with difficulty: "...No."
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