Leaving a group of people to continue watching, Wen Xu, Wen Shida, and the old man went back to the village together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the way, Wen Shida began to complain to Wen Xu, complaining that his new daughter was a little dislike of school, and in this entrance exam, she actually got to the bottom, so she pulled Wen Xu to talk about her troubles as a father.

Wen Xu listened to him for a while, and asked with a smile, "I guess this is a happy distress for you, right?"

I know Wen Shida too well, and now Wen Xu's third brother really treats Wen Shengnan as his daughter, and he is also the kind of daughter slave-like father, from now on, he is worried about whether she will choose to be close to home when she goes to college in the future, and Wen Xu doesn't know how to listen to it.

"You used to study so well, take the time to hand over the method to my daughter, our family is smart!" Wen Shida said.

Wen Xu replied directly: "The learning method is different for everyone, if it is the same, according to what method to get a good score, this sounds like an advertisement for a training class, not credible." Learning this thing varies from person to person, just like Confucius said that there is no class in teaching, and there is a specialization in art, and my method is not very suitable for Shengnan, she used to belong to the hard work type, and I am the comprehension type!"

"Aren't you going to turn her into a comprehension?"

In Wen Shida's eyes, this is very simple, but in Wen Xu's opinion, this is simply impossible, some people say that they are born equal, how is it possible? Just take intelligence as an example to refute this, why are some people born fools, and some people are born with an IQ of 16?

In the past, Wen Shengnan's grades were above average and relied on dead school, but now he has a lively personality and a few good friends, it is estimated that he cares a lot less about the boring friend of books, and the scores that originally relied on death to learn naturally can't be kept.

Again, Wen Shengnan is not good at the craft of studying for exams, and Wen Xu's method is not suitable for her.

The two walked and chatted all the way, but they didn't notice that the old man next to them was listening to it with a comfortable face.

It's not that the old man likes to listen to other people's children fail in exams, but the old man thinks that this is very life-like, and a yard that is so big as his own house is much more vibrant, although there are a lot of flowers, birds, fish and insects in the yard, anyway, he has what he thinks, as long as he hears the news outside, someone will immediately prepare it for himself and send it over.

But these flowers, birds, fish and insects do not have the current sense of life, complaining, complaining, all kinds of ups and downs are intertwined, which constitutes a delicious day, everything is smooth, everything is comfortable, that is a fairy tale, not life.

"Old man, have breakfast at my house, let's start shopping again, okay?" Wen Xu saw Wen Shida away at the door, turned his head to the old man next to him and asked.

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, do as you say!"

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been standing behind the old man suddenly spoke: "Our old gentleman has many taboo things, such as less sugar, less meat, and some ......."

"It's okay, I'm just making vegetarian-based wontons here, and the meat is only lost, and we don't put pork, we don't put mutton, we put venison, and it doesn't have a little fat!" Wen Xu smiled and responded to the request of the middle-aged secretary, in Wen Xu's opinion, this is also dutiful, which is rare.

So the old man and his entourage were invited into the house, Wen Xu began to roll out the skin and wrap the wontons, the filling was wild bamboo shoots, grass eggs, plus fresh leeks, and finally a little raw venison, the venison was chopped, and then hand-beaten into meat puree with a stick, and then mixed with minced leeks, mixed with small bamboo shoots and then with scrambled eggs, this is Wen Xu's big wonton with three fresh fillings.

"You cook this meal carefully, you really don't have your skills in ordinary life!" The old man couldn't help but praise when he smelled the stuffing.

"The main thing is time, what I don't have here is more time than others, if it's work, no one can do this, spend a few hours a day and then eat, then don't live their days," Wen Xu said with a smile.

"What's stewed in this pot?" the old man looked at the large insulated bucket next to the kitchen of Wen Xu's house, and couldn't help but want to reach out and take a look.

"Stewed soup!" Wen Xu said to the old man.

The old man opened the lid, and immediately felt a strange fragrance waft into his nose, and quickly took a few more sips: "What kind of meat soup is this?"

"This is a big pork bone broth, new ones are added every day, and old ones are pulled out every day, this soup has been boiled for four or five days, and it has been boiled like this, it is generally used to make stock, if you are a little lazy that day, just cook some rice, and you can deal with a few bowls of soup!" Wen Xu said.

Wen Xu didn't tell the old man that in addition to being drunk by people, the biggest use of this soup is for those mouths in the courtyard, and Wen Xu can't give these things to barbecue and fry every day, you must know that these guys have more food together than people, so under Shi Shangzhen's suggestion, he got such a thing, if you want to be lazy one day, you can directly cook the pot of rice, or use the steamed steamed buns sent by someone's family, and soak them in soup, you can deal with a meal, the little ones in the yard love to eat, and Wen Xu is also trouble-free.

"Incense, incense!"

The old man spoke twice.

"Boss, if you eat this soup again, then you can only eat vegetarian dishes without salt and taste at noon and night today" The middle-aged man's voice sounded again without losing time.

Now Wen Xu finally understood, why did Wen Guangdao say that the old man was miserable yesterday, and now he looks really miserable, drink more wonton broth and look at the remaining two meals today, which means that you can only eat bran vegetables?

Seeing this situation, Wen Xu said: "This gentleman, the doctor's words should indeed be listened to, but you can't be so dogmatic, right?"

"The doctor didn't listen, did you take responsibility for what happened?" said the middle-aged man looking at Wen Xu.

For the middle-aged man, it is his responsibility to protect everything of the chief, and it is also his job, he must strictly implement the doctor's requirements, which is not negotiable, because if he comes according to the doctor's requirements, he has no big responsibility if the old man has a problem, but if he doesn't follow it, the old man's body has a problem, and it is not a responsibility that he can bear.

"Doctors are not gods, and they can't be right about everything!" Wen Xu thought that the doctor of the old man in front of him was at most a private doctor, an expert of a tertiary hospital, or something like that, but he didn't expect that the old man's doctor was of such a high standard, far from being comparable to normal doctors.

So Wen Xu said: "Actually, how old this person lives, how long he lives is not too important, living happily is the most important thing, when the mood is good, there will be fewer diseases, the mood is bad, the body and mind are depressed, even if you pay attention to health, it is empty talk."

Seeing what the middle-aged man wanted to say, Wen Xu said again: "I don't say that the old man can eat all-you-can-eat braised pork at this age, but that it will increase a little bit, and our human body also needs balanced nutrition, and we can live to be 100 years old if we are vegetarians?

"Yes, what you said is so right, the main thing is to look at the mood, if you are in a good mood, you will live for two more years, and if you are in a bad mood, even if you live five years more, it is better to live two more years for my age!"

"No, this is my task!" the middle-aged man said solemnly.

Wen Xu saw that the oil and salt were not soaked, and immediately smiled at the old man: "Old man, I can't help you now, but it's also your blessing to have such a responsible person by your side!"

"Alas!" the old man sighed when he heard this.

The old man knew that they were all for his own good, and he knew that he should listen to the doctor, and he might be able to live for a few more years, but the old man also understood that at his age, he could only listen to his fate. How long you can live depends on God's will. Maybe lie down today, and you won't be able to get up again tomorrow morning.

Not because of anything else, but because of the age, even if you are dead now and you are nearly 100 years old, it is considered a long life, not to mention your current age, you can still walk and slip, except for the deterioration of physical functions, there is no major problem, all of this is already God's favor.

To be honest, compared with those comrades-in-arms who died in their teens and twenties, and even many comrades-in-arms who have never seen New China, the old man feels that he is already extremely happy.

The old man felt that he was the same, even if he had heard the truth, it didn't matter when he died.

Waiting for the wontons to cook, Wen Xu is only responsible for taking the wontons out of the pot, and then adding any soup, side dishes or something will be handled by the middle-aged secretary, Wen Xu didn't even get two meters close to the old man.

So Wen Xu's side is the big bone broth and three fresh wontons, and the old man's bowl is much LOW, boiling water soup, a little soy sauce, and then with a lost mustard, a spoonful of small shrimp, and finally sprinkled with a little coriander, not to mention eating, even if you take your nose to smell it, you know how big the gap between the two is.

The wontons in the warm bowl smell salty and fragrant, revealing the kind of meaty fragrance, the soup in the bowl is milky white, and the soup in the old man's bowl smells like soy sauce except for the taste of dried shrimp, the same wonton with different soup, it can be said that there is a world of difference.

"Old man, do you want some sesame oil?"

Wen Xu saw that the old man was really uncomfortable eating, and he couldn't see it, but now he not only saw but also ate the wontons he made, Wen Xu felt that what was the difference between what he made and served to the old man and the five-yuan bowl of stall wontons sold on the street.

So Wen Xu stood up and went to the stove to fill a small half bowl of soup, put it into the space with his body, then took a bottle of sesame oil, and walked to the old father and son.

"My sesame oil is home-squeezed, pure and natural, and it uses black sesame seeds!" Wen Xu poured two drops into his bowl and drank a spoonful of soup and gestured at the old man.

The warm sesame oil is all produced in space, and there will be no such good sesame oil on the earth, unless the person cheats and adds something to the oil.

"Okay, let's have a little bit! It's also a taste" The old man also thought that adding sesame oil might be better, otherwise it wouldn't taste strong, and the fragrant mime in the bowl of Wen Xu drilled into his nose one by one, which was too terrible.

Under the gaze of the middle-aged man, Wen Xu walked to the old man's side, took the sesame oil bottle in both hands and poured two drops into the old man's bowl.

The old man was looking intently at the bowl, who knew that he found that the soup in the bowl had increased unconsciously, and after getting closer, he could immediately smell the fragrance of bone marrow, although it was lighter, and there was a smell of soy sauce, but I don't know where it was better than the original soy sauce soup.

Immediately, the old man knew that it was Wen Xu's ghost, but the old man couldn't make a noise, so after two sounds, he kept his original calm appearance and ate wontons.

In the past, it was difficult to swallow when eating slowly, but now it is difficult to eat slowly, and the old man in a bowl of wontons did not even have a single shrimp kernel left, and after putting down the bowl, the bottom of the bowl was clean.

"Although there is no base for bone broth, but your child's skills are good! No wonder ......" The old man almost blurted out, saying that no wonder my granddaughter would like you.

Seeing Wen Xu looking at him, the old man waved his hand again and said, "It's okay, it's okay!"

After thinking for a while, the old man asked again: "Then I want to eat wontons in the future, can I still come?" After speaking, he blinked at Wen Xu with the bodyguard and secretary behind his back.

Wen Xu couldn't understand what he meant, and smiled secretly in his heart, but his face didn't show it: "Of course, if you like it, come over at any time!"

Wen Xu didn't know that this bowl of wontons directly made the old man like him!

Although this is a bit strange, a bowl of wontons has such a great charm? In fact, for the old man, this is a bowl of wontons, not a bowl of wontons.

Now the old man thinks that he thinks that Wen Xu, this kid, is responsible, and he is not chaotic in the face of danger, and when his opinions are different from others, he does not argue too much, and secretly adds soup to his bowl, instead of arguing in front of his secretary. At this time, the person who is arguing is often confident, feels that he is right, and also has to persuade others to support his point of view, but the person who does not argue and knows that he secretly adds soup is more pragmatic and understands the way to get along with others, which is a kind of survival wisdom.

The old man admires Wen Xu's way of doing things, sometimes in life, it is not right to rely on your loud voice, nor can you solve the problem by arguing, but depends on how you act. The unlucky people in this world are always the kind of people who talk rhetorically, and they want to fight with everyone! Because you have not done anything yet, you have said what you mean, and everyone knows what you think.

It is gratifying for such a person to win, but it is very troublesome to lose. People who are silent often have the last laugh. This is a summary of the old man's survival wisdom for so many years.