The woman's voice sounded again, saying, "Hello, are you?" ”

I immediately said, "I'm Jock, I'm from France." It can't be late at night over there, right? Offended. ”

After a few seconds of silence, the other person said, "Jock? Do you remember my phone number? No offense, now at nine o'clock in the morning I just came back from grocery shopping and was washing vegetables. ”

I could hear some excitement in the other person's voice.

"That auntie, I want to go back to China." I said.

After a few seconds of silence, the other party said, "Go back to China?" Do your parents know? ”

"I've been away from home for over six years, and I don't know what they're doing." I said.

"Been away from home for more than six years?" Auntie said puzzled.

I thought about turning on the hands-free.

I told my experience in the past few years, in front of my master. When I spoke, I deliberately concealed the identity of the master, and the master drank red wine one by one.

I told the story and put all the credit back on the master.

I've always emphasized that I'm just a cook, and now this hotel is on fire and I want to go home and see.

I remember when I said this, the master sighed and said, "It seems like it happened yesterday." ”

The aunt happily said that her address was in Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

I hurriedly snatched the master's wine bottle, and the master was a little confused.

I poured the wine onto the tablecloth of the table, and I poured a shallow mark of red wine.

With his finger dipped in the mark of red wine, he wrote: zhejiang-hangzhou.

I don't remember how to write the words "Zhejiang" and "Hangzhou" at all.

They should know me, but they don't.

I speak French at this moment, I speak Chinese.

But I don't know Chinese, and I can only write part of French.

The only Chinese I know is probably my own name: Jock.

My aunt gave me a +86 number and asked me to contact her before I left and after I arrived in Hangzhou.

I wrote out my phone number with a red wine print, and the master hurriedly took out his mobile phone and recorded it.

I kept an eye on it and asked who the old man who had just answered the phone was, and what kind of relatives my aunt and I were.

Auntie didn't dodge the topic, she said he was my aunt.

Then she explained to me that it was my father's sister and asked me if I understood.

After that, the aunt began to state that she had married out in the early years.

At that time, my family gave birth to twins and was doing confinement, and the family was very poor.

I knew about it because I thought about it for a long time, and I originally planned to support me.

But when I made up my mind to go, I was already taken away by my parents.

And what he said here was that if he knew that I would have run away from home for more than six years. She regretted that she hadn't made up her mind earlier, even if it was better to suffer with them than to have nothing to worry about. And said why didn't my parents come to me, let me be like this for six years.

I didn't say that my father didn't want me, I just said that I could hide from my parents.

As I said this, I glanced at the master. The master had already drunk most of the bottle of red wine, and his face was red. I thought that if it weren't for these experiences, I wouldn't have known my master. It's impossible to get the cooking skills I have now, and I don't regret it at all.

As for the old man just now, the aunt said that it was her husband's father.

It's a member of the in-laws, and I can barely call grandpa.

But I've never seen it, and it's not directly related to me.

At the moment, their family of four lives in the courtyard house of my grandparents.