I'm getting old, and I can't deny it.
Oh, if he passes away, how heartbroken his grandson will be, with no one left in the family.
Zhao Dawen and his son remained silent, simply eating their meal. After just one bite, Zhao Dawen paused. "Damn it, how come my third son lives so well?" he thought. "His cook is better than the county magistrate's."
Many years ago, he had visited the county magistrate's residence and eaten at his home. At that time, he thought that after he passed the imperial examination, he would find a good cook, a cook as good as the one at the county magistrate's house, so that he could eat like he was at a banquet every day.
Unfortunately, many years have passed, and his wish has not come true. Not only has it not come true, but his life has become even worse, neither alive nor dead.
Forget about chefs, we can't even afford white rice these days. Only our two sons who are still in school eat refined grains. The second son can't eat refined grains anymore after this year either. Only the eldest son is doing well in the family.
Zhao Dawen cursed and complained, feeling sorry for himself countless times. He felt he had wronged himself the most in his life; it had been too bitter.
Since they were lucky enough to get a good meal and take advantage of Zhao Dashu, Zhao Dawen and his son didn't hold back at all, acting as if they were going to eat their last meal before their execution.
When Zhao Dawen was having his fourth bowl of rice, Zhao Dashu couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Brother, haven't you eaten anything along the way?"
The eldest brother, who was always upright and refined, had suddenly become a starving ghost, which was quite different from the eldest brother he knew.
Even in his mother's house, he never ate to this terrible state.
I had a hunch that the older brother and his son were trying to bankrupt his family.
Hahaha... If they really had that idea, he'd probably die laughing.
Eat him out of house and home? Do they even think that's possible? If the eldest brother really has such a ridiculous idea, at most don't bother to settle accounts with him.
"You didn't see the pancake I was eating; it's been so long since I've had a hot meal."
Zhao Dashu: Is it his fault? Who can you blame for not bringing rice and flour? You've been to the prefectural city twice before, how could you be so stupid? Xiaoyu, on her first long trip, knew to prepare some good food and knew how to make her family comfortable.
Stupid, those two brothers are absolutely stupid.
Zhao Dashu ignored them. Let them eat as much as they want; they can't possibly eat that much. The people at the table had long since stopped eating and were silently watching them eat.
Song hesitated several times before speaking, not because she was reluctant to part with the food, but because she was afraid that the father and son would overeat and make themselves sick.
Zhao Xiaoyu rested her chin on her hand, surprised that her uncle and son had such a talent for food vlogging. They were both very refined; if she opened a shop and invited them to sit at the entrance and eat for free, the effect would definitely be better than inviting rough men.
How could something that scholars find delicious taste bad? It must be incredibly delicious!
Zhao Xiaoyu stared at them, her smile cunning. She planned to invite her uncle's family to dinner once she opened her shop, where they could sit at the entrance and eat whatever they wanted.
Xiao Lei's lips twitched uncontrollably. Uncle Zhao's appetite had exceeded his comprehension; even in his prime, he could only eat about that much.
How long have they been starving?
No one left; they just wanted to see how much the father and son could eat.
Zhao Dawen ate five bowls of rice and many dishes, while his son was slightly less well-off, eating only four bowls of rice and many dishes.
Zhao Dashu immediately cupped his hands in greeting, "Big brother is amazing! Dad used to always scold me for being a good-for-nothing, saying that I didn't earn much but ate a lot. Today I've really seen what it means to be a big eater."
Zhao Dawen wiped his mouth and ignored Zhao Dashu. He was holding it in, holding it in so long that he might vomit if he spoke.
He couldn't bear to waste such a good meal.
They couldn't stand up anymore, and the father and son stared at Zhao Dashu without moving. Zhao Xiaoyu, a medical student, could easily see their condition.
"Go and make some plum juice to help with digestion."
"yes."
Zhao Dawen knew what Zhao Xiaoyu meant, but the key was that he couldn't even drink plum juice anymore; there was no room in his stomach.
"Uncle, drinking some plum juice later will make you feel better, otherwise you might not be able to sleep well tonight."
Zhao Dashu really wanted to burst out laughing. He never thought that his good older brother would be in this situation. He used to say that everyone was a country bumpkin who found everything in the city fascinating.
What are they now? Poor relatives from the village who have been starving for ten or eight days and come to someone else's house to freeload a meal.
That's hilarious!!!
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