In Chinese customs, meals are always an indispensable part, and when they are festive, they have to have a large feast, and the same is true for sad things, as if only in this way can the joy be expanded or the sadness reduced.

Han Zhili got up early in the morning, went to the vegetable market to buy fresh vegetables, and also selected fresh meat.

When he got home, Han Zhili, who hadn't cooked for a long time, carefully selected the ingredients, and every time he added the seasoning, it was accurate to the gram, just like a master sculptor carefully shaping his own work.

"Old Han, why don't you let me do it! ”

The nanny aunt invited by Han Zhili quietly recommended herself next to Han Zhili, she was a full-time nanny specially hired by Wanghai University to take care of Han Zhili's old mother, compared with others in the same industry, her salary was more than twice as high as others.

I have been in Han Zhili's home for a long time, and I still know a little bit about this one of the few great Confucians in China, and the nanny.

"No, no, this is the first time my daughter has taken the initiative to bring someone to the house, and I must make this table of meals by myself. ”

Waving his hand and refusing the nanny's request for help, Han Zhili was meticulous about every detail of the cooking, such an attitude that the nanny only appeared when Han Zhili was studying literature.

took the time to take a look at Han Zhili's mother, and the rickety old man was still lying quietly in the rocking chair, looking peaceful.

"When I was young, I had many twists and turns, and I fled to Wanghai with my wife, which was still a small village at that time, who would have thought that after decades of ups and downs, there would be such a big change. ”

While controlling the heat on the stove, he chatted with the nanny, as if he was reminiscing about something.

The nanny stood aside with a smile, and only when Han Zhili signaled, the nanny would help hand over the bottles and cans.

Plates of dishes were passed from Han Zhili's hand to the nanny's hand, and then presented on the dining table.

"I also complained that God would not let me, and when I fled, the eldest and second died young, and then my wife also fell seriously ill on the way. ”

Han Zhili's back was a little lonely, talking to himself alone, the nanny didn't know what to say, all she could do was listen quietly.

It was Han Lao's wife who took care of the old woman before, and it was after Han Lao's wife passed away that he could have this job. She had seen Han Zhili's wife in the photo frame on the wall, and she could see from her face that Han Zhili's wife was definitely a well-informed Jiangnan woman.

"Yu Xiang is so good now, Han Lao should be happy, and today Yu Xiang also brought a young man. ”

The nanny's tone is indescribably cheerful, the time is not long, but it is not short, from Han Yuxiang's high school to her work, she has grown up little by little in her eyes, not so much as Han Yuxiang's half adoptive mother.

I don't know what the real reason is today, but Han Yuxiang brought the boy here, and it felt like a new son-in-law came to the door.

Hearing the nanny's words, Han Zhili opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, but first smiled wryly and waved his hand, and then let out a long sigh.

"Yu Xiang, ......"

Han Zhili let out a long sigh, but when he thought of his daughter, he couldn't help but smile.

"I'm old and girl, this girl has been favored since she was a child, whether it's me or Jiaying, it's a pity that Jiaying is not in good health and went early!"

Han Zhili didn't speak fast when he spoke, but every time he spoke, he still had to pause.

"I've been a pedant all my life, but I never thought that my daughter locked in the boudoir would have a dream of being a woman!"

Han Zhili smiled self-deprecatingly, if it weren't for the fact that the third girl in his family was born at home at that time, Han Zhili would really suspect that he was carrying the wrong child home.

"That girl has been thinking about Jin Ge Iron Horse since she was a child, how much relationship did I trust to get her to a safe position, but that girl is good, she has to rush to the front line, but it is not bad, although it is a coincidence, but after all, it is a meritorious service, and this will be rewarded!"

When it comes to his daughter, Han Zhili is like all fathers, his own children will always be better than other people's children!

There is no father who doesn't like his children, it's just that some praise is put on the lips, and some praise is put in the heart.

"That kid named Xing Tao, although I don't like it either, but it's still good, it's a pity that Yuxiang's girl doesn't like it, I don't know who she will bring back this time, alas...... After raising cabbage for so long, after all, it's going to be cheaper for a stinky boy, what a fucking ......"

Han Zhili scolded with a smile, but he didn't find the right word for a while, and finally he could only give up with a smile.

"Old Han, you can pay attention, although the old lady is a little confused, but her ears are smart, and when she hears you scolding, she will come to beat you again!"

The nanny whispered, but it was still a little late, and when the nanny's voice fell, the old man who was lying on the rocking chair and was already on crutches came to the kitchen.

The nanny smiled and didn't dare to stop it, but carefully supported the side to ensure that the old man would not fall.

"Scolding minifigures!"

The old man's pronunciation is not clear, but Han Zhili, who is familiar with the hometown dialect, can still understand it.

"I don't scold!"

Han Zhili smiled and turned around to admit his mistake, but the crutch in the hand of the rickety old man still fell on Han Zhili's body.

The crutches didn't hurt when they hit his body, but they made a crisp sound, Han Zhili laughed heartily, and said, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong!" The crutches stopped several times in a row.

"Old Han?"

The nanny looked at Han Zhili with concern, for fear that the elderly Han Zhili would feel uncomfortable.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, at my age, and my mother fights, it's a happy thing!"

Waving his hand to indicate that he was fine, the old man who no longer made any sound also stopped the crutch in his hand and looked at Han Zhili lovingly, speechless, all without saying a word.

When the last dish was cooked, Han Zhili grinned, just smiled and smiled, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes inadvertently.

The nanny smiled and whispered beside the rickety old man, and then helped the old man out of the kitchen, and for the first time slipped away while cooking, and turned her head to look at the back of the living room.

What is full of economy in this world, and where are there famous people in the world, not all of them are beaten by the crutch in the mother's hand!

Turning off the stove, bringing the last dish to the table, and looking at the rickety old man supported by the nanny with a smile, Han Zhili deliberately did not wash his hands and reached for the table.

Sure enough, just as Han Zhili expected, his hand touched the table, and his mother's crutch fell on his arm again.

"I know, I know, I'm going to wash my hands!"

The smile on Han Zhili's face was even happier, although his mother didn't say anything, he understood everything......