Seeing that it was almost noon, Sun Simin was about to go to the kitchen to cook for everyone, but Zhao Yilu stopped her and said, "Grandma, you should take a rest. Your cooking skills are not as good as mine!"
Sun Simin instantly felt embarrassed and scolded him, "Can't you save some face for me in front of Lihua?"
Fan Hua smiled and said, "Grandma, don't be ashamed. My cooking is not as delicious as what you made along the way."
After saying that, Fan Hua stood up and prepared to follow Zhao Yilu to help in the kitchen, but Zhao Yilu stopped her. He said gently, "You should sit down too and have a good chat with grandma and grandpa. People with green bracelets on your hands are not suitable to work in the kitchen!"
The few people present couldn't help but burst out laughing at his words.
Fan Hua did not follow them, but stayed to chat with Zhao Xubai on various topics about painting. Sun Simin listened quietly on the side, and poured a cup of tea for them from time to time. Fan Hua and Zhao Xubai were chatting very happily, and they felt like they were friends regardless of age.
Perhaps because they were chatting so happily, they felt that time passed by very quickly. After a while, Zhao Yilu brought over a pot of fragrant cabbage and vermicelli stew and placed it on the table. Several people were instantly attracted by the aroma in the room...
After Zhao Yilu put down the dishes, he ran to the kitchen and brought out the cornmeal pancakes and bowls and chopsticks he had made. He then said with a smile, "I didn't dare to make too much, worried that there would be leftovers! We'll be heading back to Beijing after dinner, so let's just have something for lunch!"
Fan Hua looked at the fragrant dish and said hurriedly, "It's not good enough, it's not good enough!"
In this cold winter, being able to eat such a big bowl of stew is simply a blessing!
What kind of man did she marry? He can fight on the battlefield and be a good cook!
Everyone enjoyed the meal to their heart's content. Even Zhao Xubai and Sun Simin ate half a bowl more than usual. They really missed their grandson Zhao Yilu's meals!
In the years he was away, although the two of them were able to eat enough, they really didn't eat well. After all, neither of them could cook. As for their other grandson, He Siyan, even if he wanted to help, they were reluctant to use him! So in the past few years, the two old people's pursuit of food was to eat whatever they could.
Zhao smiled as he looked at the people in front of him who kept saying they were full, feeling a special sense of accomplishment. After everyone had finished the last bite of food, he went to clean up the dishes with a polite look.
After everything was cleaned up, they prepared to go down the mountain and head to Beijing.
Zhao Xubai pushed a wheelchair out from the next room and asked Sun Simin to sit on it. He put a fox fur hat on Sun Simin and covered her with a thick blanket. Then he handed the bag that had been packed long ago to Zhao Yilu, and then pushed his old wife out.
Fan Hua was just curious about how Sun Simin's bound feet developed over the years in the mountains. The moment she saw the wheelchair, everything became clear to her!
No matter whether it was Zhao Xubai or He Zhengxiang, both old men respected and loved their wives, so Zhao Yilu and He Siyan, who grew up in such an environment, were raised well even without the love of their parents!
Thinking back to the original book, Zhao Yilu also had to use a wheelchair for several years due to a leg injury. I wonder if it was this wheelchair he was sitting in?
Zhao Yilu looked at the stunned Fan Hua, put his military coat on her, and tied her up with a red scarf to look like a mother hen. Then he picked up the bag Zhao Xubai had just handed him and took Fan Hua's hand with the other. "Let's go, get ready to go down the mountain. Do you want me to carry you or do you want to walk down the mountain?"
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