Landlord Zhang smiled: "Zhao Youwei is by no means a benevolent and kind-hearted elder like your grandfather, and Zhao Yang is by no means a person of pure filial piety. ”

When it was time for lunch, Zhang Minghuang really looked pale as soon as he saw the food, and he couldn't eat anything.

However, Landlord Zhang had a great appetite and ate an extra bowl of rice than usual.

Their father and son are these two extremes, after experiencing the most tragic things, one has anorexia, and the other needs overeating to soothe the wounds of the soul.

Zhang Minghuang didn't eat, and after a little rest, he was going back to the county office. He's just taken office, and he still has a lot of work to do.

Landlord Zhang looked at his face that had lost weight again, and was worried, "If you go on like this, your body will not be able to stand it!" ”

"It's okay Dad, I'm still young, and I've been alive for so many years, haven't I?"

Zhang Minghuang forced his smiling face to prevent his father from finding out that his stomach pain was committed again, and after speaking, he hurriedly got into the carriage and asked Xiaosi to set off.

But Landlord Zhang watched him grow up, how could he not see that his face was wrong?

After thinking about it, he asked the chief to go to the carriage and went to the county seat, but the destination was not the county office, but the teahouse on Porcelain Street.

When he arrived at the teahouse, Landlord Zhang directly asked people to go to the back kitchen to find Bai Duoduo, called her to talk, and when he saw her, he smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

"Duoduo niece, uncle has something to ask you."

"Ahh What's the matter, Master Zhang? Bai Duoduo was flattered, "Don't ask for anything, I'm working in your house now, and you can tell you anything." ”

Landlord Zhang smiled kindly, "No, no, no, this is a private matter." ”

"Huh?" Bai Duoduo looked dazed, "You say." ”

"That's right, you know my son has always had a problem with not being able to eat, right?"

"I know," she knew that Landlord Zhang was here for Zhang Minghuang as soon as she heard it, and couldn't help but comfort him: "Fortunately, Ling Gongzi can still eat what I made, he has been dining in the teahouse recently, and his appetite is acceptable, Master Zhang doesn't have to worry." ”

Landlord Zhang first praised her: "Yes, it's good to have a good boy like you," but in the next second, the smile turned into a crying face, "But he, because he misses his grandfather these days, he can't eat anymore, and he has a stomachache, and he can't eat." ”

"Ah, how can this be?" Bai Duoduo thought about it for a while, in the past few days, Zhang Minghuang didn't seem to come to dinner, she was too busy and didn't pay too much attention.

"That'...... Mr. Zhang, how can I help? Do you want me to cook some more food for him? It's all a small thing, and I'll be able to do it very quickly. ”

Saying that, Bai Duoduo wanted to go back to the kitchen to cook, but was stopped by Landlord Zhang.

"Wait, that's it, hehe......" Landlord Zhang smiled embarrassedly, "I want you to send him over in person, do you think?" ”

"Huh?" Bai Duoduo was stunned and asked, "Why?" ”

Landlord Zhang said seriously: "My son I know best, if you make a meal and ask someone else to send it, he may say thank you and put it aside, but he is very kind-hearted, and will not refuse people's kindness, if you can send it in person, he will definitely eat!" ”

"Ah, I see!" Bai Duoduo was stunned, and then agreed, "Okay, I will arrange the things in the kitchen, and then send the three meals to Master Zhang on time." ”