Chapter 875 Making Up for Regrets: Father Lu Shows His Best Skills
The restaurant closed early, leaving only its own staff to work in the kitchen and front of the restaurant.
The oil sizzled in the pan, and the firelight reflected on Mr. Lu's focused face.
Several main dishes were served one after another: the steamed sea bass was cooked to perfection, with the fish meat just falling off the bone, and the soy sauce drizzled on it was just the right amount of sweet and savory; the braised pork was stewed until tender and juicy, with a rich, dark sauce that was fatty but not greasy; and a simple dish of stir-fried water spinach with garlic was also stir-fried until it was bright green and crisp, with a strong wok hei (wok aroma).
There's also a cold dish made with Lu Mu's sauce, which is refreshing and helps cut through the greasiness.
The small round table was packed full, steaming and fragrant.
The family sat down together, bathed in warm yellow light.
Lu's father opened a bottle of ordinary white wine and poured a small half-cup for himself and Lu Qingyang.
Lu's mother and Lu Zhitao's girlfriend, Xiaomei, were drinking orange juice. The atmosphere was initially quiet, with only the light clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the sound of chewing.
"Dad's cooking is still so good." Lu Qingyang picked up a piece of fish and praised it.
Father Lu smiled slightly and drank his wine: "That's all you've got. You all eat more. Qingyang, you've gotten thinner lately."
Lu's mother busied herself serving her son food, saying, "That's right, eat more meat. Your dad has been stewing this braised pork all afternoon."
As they were eating, the curtain was lifted, and Lu Zhitao entered with his girlfriend, Xiaomei.
The two were also carrying a box of cake and some fruit.
Lu Zhitao looked a little awkward, but Xiaomei was poised and sweet, calling him "Uncle and Aunt" and "Big Brother".
"Why are you so late? Please sit down, please sit down. Haven't eaten yet? Perfect timing!" Mrs. Lu quickly got up to greet them, bringing out chairs and bowls and chopsticks.
Lu Zhitao sat down next to his older brother, his eyes slightly evasive.
Xiaomei quietly pinched her throat, then cleared her throat and said, "Dad, Mom, Brother... let's discuss it. We'll postpone buying the house."
The table was silent for a moment.
Mr. and Mrs. Lu exchanged glances, then looked at Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang remained calm, picked up a piece of green vegetable, and nodded: "Yes, it's good that you've thought it through."
Lu Zhitao seemed relieved: "Half of our savings... as you said, buy some bank savings accounts, and save the other half for now."
I was too embarrassed to say it, but my girlfriend Xiaomei persuaded me, analyzed the current market situation, and brought up my older brother's words, so I reluctantly agreed.
The slight resentment she felt towards her older brother for not helping her was still there, but rationally she felt that her brother's judgment might... make some sense.
Xiao Mei added with a smile, "Yes, uncles, aunts, and older brother all think that housing prices are indeed a bit too high right now. It's good to wait and see. Zhi Tao made his decision based on what his older brother said."
She spoke considerately, giving Lu Zhitao ample face.
Lu's mother immediately laughed: "It's good that you don't buy it, it's good that you don't buy it, it'll ease the pressure. Come on, Xiaomei, try this fish, it's your uncle's specialty!"
Lu's father also put a piece of braised pork on Lu Zhitao's plate: "Alright, a real man should think things through. Eat, eat."
The topic was dropped.
The family continued eating, chatting about recent interesting events at the restaurant and how Lu Yunyun, the younger sister, won an award in a singing competition at school, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
After a few drinks, Lu Zhitao's awkwardness dissipated, and he began to discuss with his father whether the restaurant should add takeout service.
Xiaomei and Lu's mother chatted about everyday things, their laughter filling the air.
When they got back, Lu Qingyang was already drunk and lay down on the bed, falling asleep.
My head is throbbing badly, with a dull ache and dizziness from a hangover.
Lu Qingyang opened his eyes with difficulty.
The familiar ceiling came into view, with the soft morning light filtering in.
This taste...
He froze, then abruptly turned his head.
Beside the bed, a figure was slightly bent over, tidying up something.
Her black hair was loosely tied up, and she wore a light blue floral shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms.
Jasmine.
Was it a dream? Or... did I come back again?
With trembling hands, she pinched her thigh hard.
"hiss--!"
A sharp pain.
It's true.
Hearing the noise, Chen Mo turned around and saw that he was lying stiffly with his eyes wide open. She was startled and came over to touch his forehead: "What's wrong? Still have a headache? You had a fever all night, it scared me to death."
Before she could finish speaking, Lu Qingyang grabbed her hand tightly, his palm burning hot.
"Momo, it really is you..."
Shen Mo was confused and tried to pull her hand away: "Who else could it be but you? Are you delirious from a fever?"
Her face turned a little red.
"Where's the child?" 놛 asked anxiously, glancing around the room.
"The children are all going to school."
Lu Qingyang slowly released his grip, but his gaze followed her out.
I could hear the soft clatter of bowls and spoons from the outer room.
It's not a dream, I'm really coming back.
She propped herself up, her body feeling weak, and looked around.
Which is the dream? Which is reality?
My headache returned, a pain that came with a clear mind.
If that was a dream, it was too long and too detailed.
If that was true, then what does it matter now?
Shen Mo brought in a bowl and saw that he was pressing his head with a furrowed brow. She was even more worried and handed him the warm soup bowl: "What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Lu Qingyang took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp. "No, I might really be delirious from the fever."
"Then take out some spiritual spring water and drink some yourself. You had a fever all night, and I was so worried about you."
After drinking a few drops of spiritual spring water, Lu Qingyang felt much more refreshed.
The space is still there, the spiritual spring is still there; these are not dreams.
She pulled Chen Mo into her arms and said, "I missed you so much."
"Isn't it right in front of you?"
Perhaps that dream was just to make up for the regrets I had in the modern world.
...
In the spring of 1987, the weather warmed up early.
Lu Qingyang had just put down his mobile phone.
The calendar on the table is turned to the month of June, and a family photo is placed next to it.
The year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Xinweiju has become a well-known brand in Beijing, with stores opening in Tianjin and Nanjing, and they started trying to operate hotels that also offer accommodation.
Routine management should be entrusted to a reliable manager.
Lu Qingyang himself turned his attention elsewhere.
The beverage factory is growing bigger and bigger, and several clean-formulated fruit juices and a portable solid beverage powder are quietly being added to the supply lists of military and ocean-going cargo ships.
During his doctoral studies, Lu Qingyang shifted his research focus to plant extracts and special materials.
An experiment to improve plant fibers unexpectedly produced a prototype of a new material that is both lightweight and impact-resistant.
Somehow, the news reached the relevant military research institute.
After several secret contacts and tests, Lu Qingyang's name began to appear in some internal reports.
The ideas and key steps provided can be of real help in improving some individual soldier equipment and spacecraft cushioning materials.
Several weapons designed have now been officially put into use, making a significant contribution to the defense of the country.
Last year, I officially became a PhD.
During the thesis defense, several senior academics highly praised 놛's research topic, which was both solid and "bold".
Now, he is occasionally invited back to his school or relevant organization to give a report.
Jasmine Apparel has become a leading clothing brand in China, covering women's, men's, and children's wear.
The price is cheap, and the style and quality are great.
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