Zhou Yong glared at Hu Zi angrily, and almost scolded him for talking too much.
Huzi shrank his neck in fear, and secretly moved his little butt to the side.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Xu Xiuying to prepare dinner and invite them to eat.
There are only three dishes in total, one is boiled pumpkin, one is patted cucumber, and the other is fried mushroom.
The mushrooms were brought back by Zhou Yong, and Xu Xiuying fried them specially.
But no meat.
No one felt that there was anything wrong.
However, during the meal, Mr. Zhou clamored for a drink, and no one could persuade him. In the end, he could only pour him a small glass, let him taste some wine, and dared not drink too much for him.
This is what the old lady requested. If he makes trouble again, the old lady will have a fight with him.
Zhou Weiguo took the opportunity to pour himself a small glass. He wanted to drink more, but unfortunately Mr. Zhou refused, insisting that if he dared to drink more, he had to drink as much.
So the old lady expressed her position directly and forbade him to drink more.
Zhou Weiguo was very depressed, but he didn't dare to make trouble with the old lady. Some time ago, the old lady and the old man almost went there, but it really frightened him, and he still feels scared even now.
Zhou Yong was in a more miserable situation. The old man and Zhou Weiguo said that they wanted to punish him for drinking and driving, and he was not allowed to touch a drop of alcohol, so now he can only be greedy.
Because there was only a small glass of wine, both father and son were reluctant to finish it in one gulp, and only took a sip.
Don't want to drink, the two of them were stunned.
They didn't have much hope for the bulk wine that Zhou Yong brought back, but they didn't feel disgusted because they were too greedy.
Unexpectedly, the taste of this wine is actually quite good!
Mr. Zhou couldn't help asking Zhou Yong: "Where did you get this wine?"
Zhou Yong knew what he was thinking when he saw his face, and said quickly: "It was given by Comrade Jiang. He is quite capable. I wondered, he probably got the good wine from some friend."
Mr. Zhou smacked his mouth, savored the taste in his mouth, and then nodded in agreement: "It is indeed a good wine!"
After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but dislike Zhou Yong: "Look at him, and then at you!"
Zhou Yong flattened his mouth depressedly, and quickly said unconvinced: "Grandpa, I am your grandson! Besides, Comrade Jiang can take a fancy to me and be my brother, doesn't it mean that I am also very good?" .¡±
When Mr. Zhou heard it, he suddenly felt that what he said made sense!
Just snorted: "You are lucky."
This Comrade Jiang was able to give them such a good ginseng without even opening his mouth. He is indeed a good comrade.
Mr. Zhou's mood became complicated when he recalled the maggot-like pain in the tarsal bone.
When he first went to the battlefield, he didn't think too much, he just thought about fighting the enemy out, defending his home and country, and later he succeeded.
But those injuries are really tormenting!
Especially every time it hurts, it's really painful.
If he hadn't been reluctant to part with his wife and wanted to live a few more years for those sacrificed comrades-in-arms, he might not have been able to persist.
After taking the medicine this time, he never felt any pain again, and even his old legs have strength. It's really It's like being reborn.
This is a great kindness!
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhou suddenly looked at the bowl of fried mushrooms on the table: "This is the mushroom that Comrade Jiang led the villagers to grow? How about I try it?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com