After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

Han Dingtian took several bites and nodded, his tone was slightly turbulent, but it was difficult for people to hear.

"Big grandson, your white-cut chicken has the same taste as my aunt, I thought I wouldn't be able to eat it in my life.

"Don't say it, I've really missed that old lady a little bit in the past few years, you cook this dish again, you go to a place with me." Han

Dingtian's reaction was completely different from Luo Yingsong's, he was more restrained and suppressed the surging emotions.

Han Yan nodded and went straight to the kitchen to make a new dish of white-cut chicken.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, it was hot outside to roast people to death, and although it had been a long time since the beginning of autumn, the weather was still hot and dry.

Han Daqiang took Han Yan to a flower shop first and bought two bouquets of flowers, one bouquet was wild daisies and the other was white roses.

An old man and a young man shuttled through the busy city and took a taxi to a cemetery.

Is the graveyard of the grandmother here?

Han Yan already had a guess in his heart.

Walking to a tombstone, Han Dingtian stopped, "Xiaoyan, we have arrived." "

This is?"

"This is your grandmother's graveyard."

Han Dingtian put the wild daisy in front of Han Shuyun's tombstone, and put another bouquet of white roses in front of the tombstone on the side.

The grandfather and grandson also sat in front of the tombstone.

"Your grandmother's favorite flower was the wild daisy, and I heard it in other people's mouths after she died. "

Grandpa, you don't seem to have ever mentioned the matter of grandma. When

he was a child, at home, Han Dingtian would occasionally stir-fry a few side dishes, and then warm a pot of wine, and the grandfather and grandson sat together and chatted.

Ancient things, current things are not something that the two of them don't talk about, from the accession of Empress Wu Zetian to the evil deeds of Unit 731 in the land of China, the two chatted until six o'clock.

Because as soon as six o'clock arrives, CCTV1 should play cartoons.

But in the past chats, grandpa never said anything about his parents.

If it weren't for his memory, Han Yan would never have imagined that his grandfather had experienced so many things when he was a child.

"The past is like smoke!" the old man let out a rare long sigh.

"In our family, no one knows about me, not even your grandmother, you are the first.

Han Yan sat up a little straighter.

"I didn't have the surname Han originally, my surname Chen is the son of the Guangcheng martial artist, but my father is a sinister and cunning villain, and my mother also died because of him, and then I changed my mother's surname, which is the origin of our family.

Han Yan nodded, the old man's words were very brief, one sentence was over, but he was sad in the middle of the process, and he witnessed it as a grandson.

Han Dingtian opened the food box, took out the white-cut chicken inside, and put it in front of the tombstone.

"Auntie, this white-cut chicken is made by your great-grandson, and it tastes exactly the same as what you made, and I took him to see you today.

Han Yan knelt in front of the tombstone and kowtowed three times to the tombstone.

"Too much milk.

Han Dingtian nodded: "Your grandmother's grave has been moved three times, the first time it was buried in my grandfather's house, and then it was beaten by the landlord and gentry, and all the land in the family was copied, and then buried in the land of the rural hometown, but your father and your uncle have no land, and after the land is redistributed, this land will not be our family's, and then this grave may not be what will happen, and finally I moved here."

Han Yan snorted, and then suddenly stunned

, "My grandfather is a landlord and gentry?" Han Dingtian patiently explained to his grandson: "Yes, your grandfather was a landlord at the beginning, but he has never done anything bad in his life, he is not a Zhou pickpocket, he donated money to the army during the anti-Japanese war, and I also have an uncle who also died of fighting devils, I don't know if my grandfather lied to me, but I believe in his personality."

Han Yan never expected to hear so many things about the older generation today, and he suddenly became interested.

"When the land was divided, it was miserable, right?!"

Han Dingtian laughed, like a wry smile: "It's not just miserable, grandpa was hung up and paraded on the street, he was just an ordinary little old man, and he died after taking rat medicine after returning home." "

I also have a second grandfather, is the teacher of the college, before the age of sixteen I was illiterate, all the knowledge is taught by him, but unfortunately he died early, and then ten years of trouble, I don't know that the rabbit cub thought of him, a group of students tied with red cloth on their arms said that his second Kong, his grave was dug up.

Han Yan felt uncomfortable when he heard this, it is normal to criticize the landlords, and the peasants are the peasants who have land to plant.

But what kind of trouble is there about digging up graves and criticizing corpses?

There are only a few strokes in the history books, and how many blood, tears, sorrows, and joys.

"Okay, I'll be back to the countryside in a few days, if you have time, come and see your grandmother, she likes wild daisies, and you can buy a bouquet of white roses and put it in front of the tombstone next to you.

Han Yan was a little puzzled, "Who is on the side?" Han

Dingtian was silent for a long time before speaking, "Her name is Xiaoyuan, she is a very good woman, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." "

Uh-huh. Han

Yan didn't dare to disobey his grandfather's words.

[Obtain a memory of Han Dingtian. (

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Han Yan's face suddenly showed a smile, and his grandfather's memory made him feel like he was reading a very wonderful novel.

He really wanted to know the story of his grandfather and Zhang Fuzhi after they returned to the Northeast.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Yan returned to the store, and Du Ying had already gotten off work at this time, so she left early because she came early.

As the small owner of the old Han restaurant, Han Yan is quite envious of Du Ying for having a good boss, thinking about how he worked overtime every day when he was in the city before.

I never knew what dusk was like, I thought I could run after dinner, laughed to death, got home after dinner, and basically fell asleep in bed.

The evil capitalism counted the money with cramps, and died for a week, and thousands of weeks of skins appeared.

The resentment of working overtime back then was able to feed ten evil sword immortals.

The dog boss who squeezes employees and doesn't pay overtime for overtime, I wish you to have a son without a cock, and be a fly, an ant, a mosquito, a bed bug in the next life, just don't be a man... Well, this is not rigorous, they are no longer human.

There are many people who come to eat in the evening, and the three grandparents and grandchildren are all stir-frying in the store, probably because of the arrival of Han Dingtian, and the business has been very hot recently.

You never know that the dish was fried by the old man, just like opening a blind box.

At about half past seven in the evening, Han Yan took off his apron, and just now a college classmate called him.

This person is also his best friend, named Zhao Kai, who is a classmate and roommate in college, and has less contact after graduation, but the love is still there.

Zhao Kai heard that Han Yan had returned to Spring City somewhere, and called to find a barbecue stall to drink.

Han Yan didn't shirk either, washed his face, changed his clothes and went out.