Song Tan Jishi

Song Tan's house was in full swing, and brother Zhang's car was almost smoking. He was full of confidence every day, and he pulled the express delivery car after car.

And in the quiet community of the imperial capital, Lao Zhuzheng happily put 10 freshly rolled cigarettes in the special cigarette case he bought, and happily put them in his pockets, ready to go out with his hands behind his back.

And at this moment, the phone rang.

His very busy son called: "Dad, how are you doing? I just have a rest today, so come and see you."

Old Zhu is not very happy - his son is not caring, he rests when he rests, and is busy with his own work. He is planning to show off to his old friends!

So he snorted, "Where did you go?"

Don't come if you haven't left yet.

But the other party laughed: "Dad, it's just down the mountain."

Old Zhu: ...

He could only humbly agree, and then returned to the yard.

After thinking about it, he was his own son, so he started to talk about it again:

"Is there any tremella soup left? Serve a bowl later."

"There is also the chili sauce burrito that I ate the day before yesterday, which was also delicious. Can this still be done?"

"By the way, where do I put my honey?"

"When Yun Tao comes up later, make a glass of honey water first."

Finally, he took out the cigarette rolling machine, took the shredded tobacco that he had finally snatched, and rolled one by one.

Old Zhu thought to himself, after all, it was his heartfelt affection for his son-give him ten sticks!

But after rolling 5 cigarettes, he felt a little bit reluctant. The granddaughter said that it was difficult to change this thing, and there are not many people at all.

As a smoker, he knows the preciousness of this thing in their hearts, so he simply put away the cigarette rolling device at this moment——

It's not about reluctance, it's mainly for the sake of my son's health.

Smoking is harmful to health.

It doesn't matter that the old man smokes a little, his son in his prime can't be delayed.

After such a toss, it didn't take long for the son to go up the mountain.

Lao Zhu's son is named Zhu Yuntao, and he is too busy to touch the ground on weekdays. No, it's rare that he has time, so he hurried up the mountain to visit his old father.

As soon as he entered the yard, the cool breeze blew, which made his restless heart calm down uncontrollably.

When I entered the house, I saw Lao Zhu sitting in the living room, the fan was blowing slowly, which was more comfortable than turning on the air conditioner.

Seeing his son coming in, Lao Zhu raised his chin: "Yuntao, drink this glass of honey water, just made it."

At this age, who doesn't know a little about health preservation? The honey water that Lao Zhu asked someone to brew was warm.

When holding the cup, Zhu Yuntao resisted because of the heat. But as soon as the honey water enters the throat, the cool and sweet honey sweetness instantly spreads densely in the mouth.

With the warm water flowing down his stomach, his whole body seemed to be washed from the inside to the outside, and it was extremely ironed.

A thin layer of hot sweat broke out on his body, and his agitated heart slowly calmed down.

"This honey is good!"

Old Zhu frowned slowly.

But Zhu Yuntao didn't notice it, he looked at his old father's expression, and couldn't help laughing now: "Dad, your complexion is really good these days."

Just sat down on his buttocks, and saw that the kitchen hurriedly brought over a large bowl of white fungus soup.

It was probably not long after it was taken out of the refrigerator, and it was still cool to the touch.

I only listened to Lao Zhu's instructions: "Hurry up, drink the white fungus soup."

Zhu Yuntao: ...

That is to say, why is his father so meticulous and considerate now?

Tell him that he is not used to it.

And when you come up, drink honey water first, and then come with sweet white fungus soup... Is there something weird about this?

However, thinking about the good taste of the honey water before, he still picked up the spoon obediently, and then took a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

Well!

"This tremella is really good!"

He put down the bowl and took a closer look, only to see that the white fungus inside was not too much, it was torn into pieces, but the jelly was smooth and thick, and the taste was very good.

"Dad, where did you get such good things?"

Old Zhu couldn't hold back anymore: "This is from my granddaughter! Why, didn't the tea and honey I gave you before?"

But it also made Lao Zhu feel jealous!

Zhu Yuntao froze for a moment, then remembered, and then couldn't laugh or cry:

"I sent them all to my house. You know that our house is not short of these things. The unpacked ones have not been eaten before. I guess they are stuffed in the storage room... I didn't expect the taste to be so good..."

He was already amazed after just one sip, thinking that he would have to find out anything after he went back.

However, this already made Lao Zhu very angry:

"You have no vision! Don't eat good things, put them in the storage room and wait for the cubs!"

"Thanks to my eldest granddaughter being so filial, I will send you the things first, and my grandpa will be at the back!"

Zhu Yuntao: ...

He raised his head blankly: okay, why are you angry? This thing is pretty good, but it won't break if left alone!

Although he still regrets thinking about the taste now...

Old Zhu punched the cotton, glanced at him, and didn't say anything more.

After the son finished eating the white fungus soup, seeing his anxious and excited expression disappear, the father and son sat down and chatted steadily.

Zhu Yuntao never talked about work matters at home. But it's been a long time since we saw each other, and I have something else to say, such as how the old father's life in this nursing home is——

Look at this complexion is quite good, but as a son of man, he still wants to hear some more detailed ones.

As he was talking, Lao Zhu took out a very fashionable cigarette case from his pocket, and then took out a slender cigarette without any logo.

He frowned: "Dad, you can't smoke more now!"

Old Zhu became even angrier when he heard that: "Smoking more?! Do you know how economical I am? I now have 10 a day! Most of them dare not!"

There is really too little shredded tobacco, and I feel a little bit reluctant to smoke every cigarette.

In the past, he was a heavy smoker, at least two packs of cigarettes a day, and repeated orders, but only aggrievedly reduced to one and a half packs.

Now it's good, 10! It hurts to say it.

Zhu Yuntao frowned, seeing his father's flushed face, he was willing to believe it. But everyone smokes, who doesn't know who?

Why can't it be changed for decades, and suddenly there are 10 sticks a day?

besides……

"Where did you get this cigarette? It doesn't look like ours."

Speaking of this, it was Lao Zhu's most proud achievement of the year. At this moment, he was like a child showing off his treasure, pushing the 5 cigarettes he had prepared in advance to his son:

"Here, try it. It's for you."

Zhu Yuntao: ...

Not really.

But it also inevitably reminded him of the past - when he was 16 years old and learning to smoke, his father blocked him from the door and smoked him half to death with a belt.

Now that he is in his forties or fifties, his father took the initiative to hand him the cigarettes for him to smoke——

Life!

Good night Pokémon.