Chapter 223: Why Is There a Gate (3)

At half past five in the evening, the car came to pick up my grandfather, Zhang Xingming, my father, and my father, as well as my grandfather and grandmother, and I came to the hotel together. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the mall had not yet gotten off work, and there were only more than a dozen people in the canteen who were on delivery and those who were on shift, and my mother took my brother and the four of them sat at a table alone.

As soon as he entered the door, his younger brother shouted in his chair: "Grandma...... Jumping off the chair and rushing over, Zhang Xingming hurriedly rushed forward and hugged his younger brother, who was still struggling to reach out to his grandmother with his hands.

If Zhang Xingming hadn't reacted quickly this time, he would have to knock his grandmother there.

Zhang Xingming slapped his brother's buttocks and said, "Be honest." "Put him on the ground, and his younger brother immediately threw himself into his grandmother's arms, this dear, too, he hasn't seen his grandparents for a while.

"Come on, sit down, I'm going to eat, I'll get you chopsticks." "My brother is courteous to my grandmother.

Zhang Xingming said: "You just care about grandma, don't care about grandpa?"

The younger brother looked back at his grandfather, a little entangled, and then let go of his grandmother, ran over and held his grandfather's hand and said, "Come to grandpa, I'll help you find a seat, and tell you, this cooking is delicious, it's all meat, it's fragrant." ”

Everyone laughed.

Brother and Mao Lan lowered their heads and whispered there not knowing what to say, Mao Jun looked at the kitchen with chopsticks, it seemed that he was hungry.

My mother got up to greet my grandfather and grandmother, and the originally quiet dining hall suddenly became lively.

I couldn't sit down at one table, so I had to open a table on the side, and my father and grandmother and their family and my father sat directly at that table.

Sun Niang sat down and muttered: "Oh, this is troublesome, if you get a bite at home, how much does it cost to get here." ”

Grandpa picked up the liquor on the table and poured a glass, squinted his eyes and took a sip first, snorted, smacked his mouth a few times, and nodded with satisfaction.

After the death of Sun Niang, he didn't come out of the house every day, got a few peanuts, sat on the edge of the bed, drank it for a day, slept and got up, and sometimes he didn't change his position for half a month.

The waiter came over and asked if everyone had come, my mother nodded, and the waiter shouted and began to serve.

For more than a year, these waiters have also been trained, their salaries are paid, dozens of dollars a month are paid here, a few fixed meals a day, happy don't want to want, and the service attitude has skyrocketed.

Northeast people eat, it is really a meal, the dishes are served on the table, a bite of food to eat, and those who drink wine generally eat some food first, and then drink slowly, unless it is a ceremonial drink, it is not good to eat first.

Like the southwest region, they just eat vegetables, and they don't eat staple food at all, or they don't eat staple food at all, and they don't have the name of staple food, which is noodles, rice, and vegetables.

Speaking of which, in the eyes of Sichuan people (including Chongqing), it seems that except for them, all of them eat noodles.

Say that you are noodles in the Northeast, we don't have steamed buns, and when it comes to the Northwest, you are still noodles, we don't eat noodles. However, in fact, they are the most noodle eating area, and even three meals a day are all noodles, and steamed buns are eaten empty, without vegetables.

In the Northeast, before 2000, it was really difficult to find a noodle restaurant, and I really didn't eat noodles.

After 2000, Lanzhou ramen began to increase, and later there were hot and sour noodles, but unlike Sichuan noodles, which must be served with pot kui in the Northeast, hot and sour noodles can only be eaten as dishes.

Later, there was a special noodle restaurant, but the business was not worse than that in Sichuan, and the breakfast of Northeast people was still fritters, soy milk buns, cakes, and tofu brains.

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Everyone gave each other in and began to eat.

Zhang Xingming stood up and poured wine for his grandfather, brought them food, and then looked at his younger brother, looked at his brother, they all ate, looked back at the table, Sun Dad drank deliciously, Sun Niang also ate, and he sat down and picked up the rice bowl.

When eating, they generally don't talk much, because there are old people at the table, and the rules in the Northeast are quite big in this regard, and they whisper a few words to their ears.

There are also drinkers on the staff's side, and they are girls, holding a small cup and taking a sip, which is delicious.

In his last life, Zhang Xingming knew a female chef, a meal of one and a half catties, and he couldn't tell that he had drunk it at all. Her child is more than a year old, still feeding, every day in addition to eating is a sleep, someone said: "This child is too good to sleep, how can this sleep for a day." ”

Then another person said, "Drunk." "She's really drunk, and her milk content is definitely higher than that of beer.

When her children were in junior high school, they ate like drinking water. It's just a little clumsy.

After eating, the waiter came up to clean up the dishes, and the mother beckoned Sun Dad and Sun Niang to go upstairs, Zhang Xingming said: "What are you going upstairs, take something and go home." ”

My mother patted her head and said, "I forgot, I'm used to it." ”

I went upstairs to get my things, and the two cars took everyone back to their new home.

After getting out of the car, each child held his own bag and followed the adult inside.

When he entered the yard, his younger brother was still a little nervous, and when the child arrived in a strange place, he took his father's hand and whispered, "Dad, who is this?"

Dad said, "Our family, we will live here in the future." ”

The younger brother looked at Zhang Xingming: "Second brother, is what my father said true?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Well, it's our family, how about living here in the future?

The younger brother looked at the small building, then looked back at the courtyard gate, and said, "This is not like home, why is there a gate?

At that time, there was no concept of community, residential buildings were all roads outside the door, there were no walls, only public units would have walls and gates, and children would generally be scolded when they ran into public units.

At this time, it is already dark, the courtyard gate is dozens of meters away from the front of the building, and the rockery scenery stones, trees and flowers are indeed not very like the yard of the house. At that time, even if there was a yard, it was a smooth yard, and there was no scene.

Zhang Xingming ran to the guard's room, pushed the electric switch on, and suddenly all the lights hidden in the yard were lit up, and the front of the small building also turned on the diffuse light, and the whole small building was brilliant under the light, and the courtyard looked particularly beautiful because it was lit up.

At that time, people had basically never seen such lights, and everyone was very surprised, and they couldn't help but look around, and smacked a few times from time to time.

My mother said, "Oh, this lamp looks good." Come to Erbao, let's take a walk, we can be regarded as people with a garden, what are they in? This guy is really not small, there are not many mosquitoes in the summer camp?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Let's take the things up first, just hold it and go shopping? The lights are not turned off, come down for a while, and tomorrow you can go shopping during the day, and you can't run." ”