This meal at noon was probably the most depressed for Wang Yong. Although Feng Xiuying's family ate very happily, everyone could see that their minds were not on the taste of the food at all.

The county magistrate has given them a guarantee, so what kind of food can they care about? At this time, the family completely fell into the illusion that their family was about to completely ask for poverty and wealth.

As soon as Wang Yong came out of the mountain, after he had a mobile phone signal, he immediately called Xiang Dajun and told him about this idea. The reason why he is looking for Xiang Dajun instead of others is that he has a lot of shares in his company. The most important thing is Xiang Dajun himself, who is a professional.

Xiang Dajun graduated from the Department of Architecture of a well-known university in China, and after graduation, he worked in a well-known design institute for a short period of time, and he is also well-known in the industry. With him as a professional personally leading this matter, at least in terms of design and construction, there will be absolutely no problems. As for the future operation, you have to find a reliable professional manager.

Returning to the county seat, he refused Uncle Qin's invitation to spend the night in the county seat, Wang Yong and the three of them drove the little Xiali and galloped all the way, and finally returned to Wangjiazhuang at nightfall.

Driving the car into the yard, Wang Yong put the car key on his middle finger, and while walking, he couldn't stop shaking the key and walked into the house. He wondered, why was it a little strange today? Why didn't grandma hear that she came back and didn't come out? Isn't that like her usual style? It can't be because she didn't let her go into the mountain with her, the old lady is angry, right?

"Huh? What does it taste like? ”

A fragrance rushed into Wang Yong's nostrils, this smell was so familiar, Wang Yong instantly thought of something. Immediately rushed into his own house.

Standing at the door, I looked at the man with gray hair, who was seriously bending down and constantly turning the cakes in the pot with the shovel in his hand. Wang Yong suddenly felt that his eyes were a little sour.

This back made him feel so familiar and so strange.

As a child, he often saw this background, especially when his younger brother was born. At that time, the poor family could not even afford to eat meat, and the only time to improve the food was when the family bought a large piece of fat meat to refine oil.

Dad cut the meat into small pieces and threw them into the pan to consume oil. Mom is on the side. While worried, he told himself to be careful when he was burning the fire by the stove, so as not to burn it.

The oil residue just out of the pot is very fragrant and crispy, and Wang Yong, who lacks oil and less meat, likes to eat this kind of oil residue that is still a little hot. Once it is put for a period of time, the oil residue has a soft and strange smell, even if it is used to make dumpling stuffing with Chinese cabbage, and the corners of the mouth are full of oil, Wang Yong no longer likes it.

Probably only the Chinese people in the world will go to great lengths to figure out various cooking methods in order to pursue that pure crispy taste. Try a wide variety of ingredients. Wang Yong is undoubtedly the representative of it, and he has no resistance to crispy things at all, even if he looks at the fat meat that feels disgusting.

But when the family began to build greenhouses, as the family became richer and richer, my father became more and more busy. So much so, except for nightfall, there are few opportunities to see Wang Hai at home, not to mention that he cooks by himself.

But today. Looking at the tired father carefully turning over the pancakes in the pot, Wang Yong's favorite pasta, his heart suddenly became sour for no reason.

I always ask you for it but never say thank you

It wasn't until I grew up that I understood that it wasn't easy for you

Always pretend to be relaxed every time you leave

smiled and said go back, and turned around with tears in his eyes

I want to hold your warm palms as before

……

The familiar melody kept echoing in my ears. Many memories also came back to me like a tidal wave. Then, the content of Mr. Zhu Ziqing's famous prose that all the post-80s generations had studied came to mind.

The old gentleman did not use any flowery rhetoric to express his love for his father, nor did he sensationally tell how his obese father struggled to climb up and down to buy oranges for him, some of them were so plain.

But it is so plain and true, but it has brought countless readers to tears. Perhaps this is the difference between father's love and mother's love.

Mother's love comprehensive table xiàn on the bits and pieces of daily life, a nag. A word of concern, a tear is a mother's way of expressing maternal love. But father's love is different, they all say that father's love is like a mountain, it is silent, like a silent mountain and river for thousands of years. Want to discover it. To find it, it takes children to be grateful and observant and pay attention to the details of life.

"I was so smart at the time, I always thought he didn't speak very beautifully, so I had to interject myself." Wang Yong suddenly had a deeper understanding of this sentence at this moment.

Every child who grows up probably has this kind of thought, probably because he thinks that his father is old, his words and actions are too unbeautiful, and even that they are too stupid!

But one day, maybe a casual discovery, you will suddenly feel that maybe the real unsmart is not your father, but your self who thinks she is beautiful.

Thinking of the fact that my father united with a group of people to prevent him from interfering in the company, the reason was that he let himself focus on his studies. This reason is above board with you, and no one will feel that there is anything wrong with it.

But at this moment, Wang Yong had a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at his father alone and busy in front of the stove, Wang Yong felt that he was slowly able to read his father.

"Dad!"

Wang Yong naughtily jumped over the threshold and shouted. Wang Hai, who was frightened by this sudden shout, fell into the pot with the spatula in his hand, and his body trembled, and it took a while to ease up. turned around, and his face pretended to be angry, but the joy in his eyes to see him betrayed him.

"You're scared the hell out of me! People who are in high school, why are they still so frizzy? Speaking of this, Wang Hai suddenly stopped, looked up and down, and looked at Wang Yong carefully.

"Well, yes, it seems to be a little fatter than the last time I saw you. This time I stopped by to your mother's, and she told you that as soon as I saw you, I must let you call her as soon as possible, she misses you! ”

Wang Hai is like all fathers. It is difficult to say how much love you have for your children, and you can only do it with the help of your wife. For this rare time of father and son alone, Wang Yonggang wanted to express his thoughts, but was interrupted by a scorched smell.

"Oops!"

Wang Hai shouted, and quickly turned around to check the pancakes in the pot. It was probably because the fire was too big, and in just a short time, the side of the pancake in the pan was already paste.

"Dad. Can you do it? ”

"How can a man say no!"

Wang Yong, who was stunned by his father's rare witticism, looked at his father blankly, and suddenly remembered Mr. Zhu's words in "Back", and he couldn't say the words that came to his mouth immediately.

"That's because I'm so smart, I always think he doesn't speak beautifully."

Probably wondering why his son had lost his voice, Wang Hai turned his head to take a look, and found that his son was in a daze for some reason, he frowned, but turned around and continued to carefully care for the pancakes in the pot.

"Why, I don't believe your dad? Don't forget. When you were a kid, you loved to eat my pancakes. I said that my cooking was better than your mother's, fragrant and crispy. For this, your mother is not less jealous. ”

Wang Hai's words made Wang Yong laugh, didn't it. At that time, the family was poor, and my mother had to be careful about everything in her life, and of course she couldn't put oil on the pancakes like my father.

Mom's pancakes are pancakes, but Dad's is not, he will put a lot of oil. Let the cake almost soak in oil and fry it. The taste was naturally fragrant and crispy, which made Wang Yong praise his craftsmanship more than once.

"Cut. Is it okay to be thrifty with my mother? If we use oil like you every time, I guess our family may really not even be able to afford oil. ”

Wang Yong was very emotional, thinking about that time, although he was poor, he was always together when the family was fine. Dad was busy in the yard or under the house. Or mend a wicker basket, or sharpen kitchen knives and scissors, always without stopping. And my mother was sitting on the kang, while holding the soles of her shoes or sewing clothes, while telling strange stories to herself lying beside her.

This scenario comes after the family is getting richer and richer. I won't see it anymore. The family is always busy, each taking care of their own business, and it has been a long time since there has been such a leisurely time to sit together.

As the children grow up, they are destined to be separated from their parents, and even apart from each other, and since then, it has become a very difficult thing to miss their relatives every festival.

Wang Yong suddenly thought that maybe he really cared too little about his parents, maybe they weren't as strong as he imagined, maybe he was really wrong!

"Okay, don't get your hair flustered, I feel like I'm ready to wash my hands and get ready to eat. Your grandmother went to the city again, saying she would come back tomorrow. ”

Wang Yong washed his hands while watching his father busily go in and out, as for what he said, Wang Yong didn't hear a word clearly.

Sitting at the table, Wang Hai casually took out a few bottles of beer from under the table, and opened two bottles with a driver. One bottle was placed in front of him, and the other bottle was placed in Wang Yong's place.

"I heard you've learned how to drink? It's just right, let's just two of you today, you can drink with me! ”

"Good!"

Wang Yong agreed without hesitation, and in the memory in his mind, although he also learned to drink after work, and the amount of alcohol was not bad, but when he went home, he almost didn't drink at all, because he had never drunk with his father, not once.

Perhaps, having the opportunity to drink wine with my father is also a kind of filial piety. Don't talk nonsense about drinking alcohol is bad for your health, when we are all grown up and have a wife and children, maybe it is a luxury to drink wine with our father from time to time.

"Here, how about a taste of my craft?"

Wang Hai put the golden crispy pancake on both sides of the top layer into Wang Yong's bowl, and he rummaged twice, took out the pasted pancake, put it to his mouth and took a bite, frowned, and then looked at Wang Yong with a smile.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"I, I" Wang Yong didn't know how to speak, and he didn't know what to say, so he simply reached out and took the fried pancake in front of Wang Yong in his hand, and threw his own one to his father.

"Humph! Think I don't know? This one of yours must be the best! ”

After saying this, Wang Yong didn't wait for Wang Hai to react, and had already gobbled up a big gulp. By the time Wang Hai's eyes moistened and understood, most of the pancakes had already entered Wang Yong's stomach.

"Hey! You kid! Pasty things, people say that children eat badly, it will cause cancer! ”

"Who said that? Is there any basis for this? Besides, this cake is still mushy, crispy, and officially the best to eat. Don't listen to the fools of those experts, listen to their can't eat this, that poisonous, just starve to death! ”

"Okay, I won't listen to them anymore. You've grown up, and Dad is so happy! Wang Hai looked at Wang Yong with a relieved face and didn't raise his head for a while, and then lifted the bottle excitedly, "Come and have a drink with Dad." ”

"No, I'd better do it." Couldn't help but say, Wang Yong grabbed the bottle, first brought his father a full glass of beer, and then gave himself a glass. It's just that it's full of poured for my dad and it's going to overflow. And for himself, it is at most two-thirds of the same.

"Here, to celebrate Daddy's homecoming, to celebrate your return to the kitchen, do it!"

Wang Yong stretched out his arm, raised the glass and hit the wine glass in Wang Hai's hand, and then regardless of whether Wang Hai drank it or not, he drank it all with the wine glass.

"Uh-"

After a full burp, he stretched out his chopsticks and just picked up a piece of chopstick-sauced beef to be sent to his mouth. Suddenly, he paused his hand, and then put his backhand into Wang Hai's bowl.

"Don't just drink, eat something to cushion first, save your stomach from being uncomfortable."

Wang Hai smiled and picked up a piece of soy sauce meat and put it in his mouth, and in an instant, a happy taste filled his entire mouth, making both of his eyes narrow. (To be continued.) )

PS: Tears in my eyes!