Chapter Twenty-Seven: Go Home!

"The Book of Rites and Internal Rules" records that where the spring is sour, the summer is bitter, the autumn is bitter, the winter is salty, and the adjustment is smooth and sweet. This means that different seasons have different foods to mature, we have to eat according to the season, spring is moist, to eat more acidic foods, such as hawthorn, rice vinegar. In the hot summer, eat more bitter foods, such as bitter herbs, almonds, bitter gourd, lotus seed cores, etc., and in autumn, the wind is easy to invade, so eat more spicy and sweaty, such as peppers, green onions, ginger, leeks, garlic, coriander, mustard, pepper, onions, etc., ......"

At eleven o'clock in the morning, inside the centenarian cafeteria.

Liu Mei'e is holding a small blackboard, and the old man and old lady around her are interpreting the monograph on elderly health - "Lao Lao Hengyan".

The pre-meal health study class is also a feature of the 100-year-old canteen, and it is very effective for some elderly people who are picky eaters.

Suddenly, the air-conditioning curtain at the door of the canteen was lifted with a "bang".

Dong Yeye held a laptop and rushed in recklessly.

She was running really fast, so when she stopped, her chest was like a bellows, and she was wheezing and wheezing.

"Why do you always run so desperately? It's also a big girl who is almost eighteen years old, and I don't know how to pay attention to my image!"

Liu Mei'e pulled Dong Yeye aside and secretly stuffed an unopened bottle of Coke into her arms.

"Drink some Coke and refuel. ”

Dong Yeye grabbed Liu Mei'e with her backhand, and said breathlessly: "Auntie, now Uncle Xiaohe's happiness is all counting on you." ”

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At nine o'clock in the evening, the night was deep and the wind was still blowing.

In the backyard of the 100-year-old canteen, cashier Han Hailong carried a travel bag and looked at the brightly lit office on the second floor with teary eyes, his eyes full of reluctance.

Seeing that Han Hailong stood still, Liu Mei'e on the side urged repeatedly: "Don't look at it, the plane doesn't wait for anyone, let's go!"

Han Hailong retracted his gaze, raised his finger, and swore by the moon.

"Aunt Liu, don't drive me away, okay? I swear, I won't help Brother Zhou and Brother lie to you again. ”

Liu Mei'e patted Han Hailong's arm, and her tone was very kind: "Xiao Han, it's been a year since you came to Haijiang, and you haven't been able to go home for the New Year, so your family may not know what to think of you." I'm kind enough to give you a vacation so you can go home and have a look, how can you say like I'm going to drive you away?"

"Old lady Liu, don't go too far. Five minutes ago, let me pack my luggage, let me leave immediately after five minutes, and didn't let me talk to Brother Zhouyu. You're just trying to drive me away!"

Han Hailong threw the bag to the ground and leaned directly on the ground, refusing to leave.

Seeing that he refused to move, Liu Mei'e brushed the gray hair on her sideburns, and said unhurriedly: "Since this is the case, I can only tell you the truth." Your uncle just called and said that your sister had found it and asked you to go back to Nancheng. You want to tell Zhou You that you go, I won't stop you. ”

Hearing the news, Han Hailong was overjoyed and surprised, and immediately got up from the ground.

"My sister has found it, then I have to go back!"

But he began to worry again.

"But if Zhou and Brother ask, how can I tell him?"

Liu Mei'e helped him pat the dust on the ground.

"This is not simple, I came to talk to him, and I said that you always helped him deceive me, and I drove him home. If he asks you, you're going to push it all over me. ”

After saying that, she turned her head and ordered Yan Yongyong, who was standing on the side: "It's almost time, Xiao Yan, you send Hailong to the airport." ”

Yan Yongyong, who was standing on the side yawning, drooped his eyes, nodded sleepwalking, picked up the bag on the ground, and pulled Han Hailong out.

At the same time, He Zhouhe, who was working overtime in the office on the second floor, suddenly stopped what he was doing and walked to the window.

He looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky, turning his stiff neck as he looked at it, oblivious to what was happening in the courtyard.