I've heard that the food sold outside is fine. The old man in the next bed was shaking again.

"I'm just eating, there's nothing to do, Brother Lu, let me tell you, your chicken soup can't look good, it's still the one sold outside, don't look at the chicken soup that people give away for free, it's really delicious and delicious, the color, flavor, and flavor are all right, and the Manchu and Han banquets are just like that."

Blow, you just blow it, dare you eat it, I didn't eat it, you just try to show me, right?

Lu Zhengyi happily ate the food cooked by his uncle, and while eating, his mouth was full of oil, "Brother Zhang, let me tell you this, the most people who sell food at the door are delicious cooks, and my uncle's cooking skills are first-class!" When other people's families cook birthday banquets, they have to invite my aunt to cook. ”

Old man Zhang laughed when he heard this, "Brother Lu, don't be unconvinced, there are people outside this person, there is a sky outside the sky, your uncle is good enough, if his cooking skills are better than the sky, isn't it annoying?" ”

Lu Zhengyi laughed: "Yes, yes, my uncle is so good, everything, you say it's annoying, hahaha." ”

The two old men smiled at each other, and thought tacitly in their hearts: It's really beautiful for you!

In the ward, other patients began to urge their families to go out to buy food again, but his family ran out to see that Yu Mancang had been sold out and was closing the stall.

I had no choice, so I had to tell the truth when I came back, "Master Yu, who sells rice, is very talkative, I paid the deposit, and he said that he will send the food directly to you tomorrow." ”

When the patient heard this, he gave up, and could only wait for tomorrow, wishing to stare at his watch from this day onwards, and watch the second hand move forward little by little.

The old man on the bed next door smiled again: "It turns out that the master who sells food outside is also surnamed Yu, Brother Lu, is your uncle also surnamed Yu, you say, why is the gap between this person and people so big?" ”

Lu Zhengyi went down in one bite, ate half of the big pig's trotters, and snorted back: "Yes, why is my uncle so good?" No one can compare? Brother Zhang, when will your uncle come to see you? ”

Seeing that these two old men were so bored that they were about to dry up, Zhang Shufen hurriedly scooped a spoonful of rice into Lu Zhengyi's mouth.

"Eat, eat, eat, eat as much as you like, and plug your mouth with food."

Lu Zhengyi's mouth was full, and he spoke so badly that no one could hear what he was talking about.

Old man Zhang had an expression of "my wife didn't care about me, I won the quarrel".

At this time, Lu Zhilan came in.

Yu Mancang sold out of food and was packing up her things, so Lu Zhilan came to pick up her mother's shift and asked her mother to go home and rest.

"Mom, we're done, you're tired, go home and rest, let me do the rest." Lu Zhilan rolled up her sleeves and went to wash the lunch box.

Her mother Zhang Shufen frowned and asked, "Are you done?" What are you busy with? You delivered a meal and ran away, why did you go? ”

Lu Zhilan actually felt that she shouldn't tell the truth, but after experiencing the embarrassment of being debunked last time, she felt that if she didn't say it, it would be even worse for her parents to find out afterwards.

Just hesitated.

"Dad sells food, mom helps." On the contrary, it was the little man Yu Haiyang who took a cold sip.

However, he is too young to have no human rights at all in the eyes of adults, and no matter what he says, he is automatically ignored by adults.

At the mention of "selling rice", Lu Zhengyi suddenly became energetic, quickly sat up, and said expectantly: "Girl, you go to the gate of the hospital and ask, can Master Yu, who sells rice, sell rice at night?" If I can sell it, I will eat what he sells at night, and I can pay a deposit in advance. ”

Lu Zhilan was overjoyed, and said: "No deposit, you are my father, what do you want to eat, I will ask the ocean and his father to make it for you to eat, what deposit to pay." ”

Lu Zhengyi waved his hand: "I don't mean uncle, I mean the master who sells food at the door!" ”

I don't know how to explain this.

On the contrary, it was the little man Yu Haiyang who shouted milkily: "Dad sells rice, Mom helps!" ”