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Yang Xiaosi¡ªnow "Zhang Xiaosi" put down his backpack and sat in the small room where Zhang Yi lived in when he was young. He looked around curiously.
This room is only about 15 square meters, a little messy, and it is a typical single dog room. It's just that this single dog is getting very old now.
However, Zhang Yi, as the only college student in Zhangzhuang, still has a strong bookish atmosphere in the room. In addition, he also worked as a high school teacher for a period of time, and there were a lot of review materials on the bookshelf.
"Si'er, I'll find some review materials for you later." Zhang Yi said with a smile, leaning against the door frame.
His mother has already found homely clothes for him to change into. Uncle Zhang couldn't fit in those fashionable clothes when he was young.
Xiaosi threw away the book in his hand and sighed: "I checked on the Internet, and adults like me have no way to take the regular college entrance examination. They only have a primary school degree, and they have passed the time for compulsory education."
Uncle Zhang pondered for a while, with a rare wise expression on his brows. He said: "It's okay, there is no unparalleled road. You are talented and intelligent, and you can go up slowly. There is also an adult self-examination that you can try."
The young man smiled wryly: "I missed it at the beginning, but now I want to make up for it, but it is even more difficult."
Zhang Yi said: "If you want to apply for the adult college entrance examination, you must have at least a high school degree. Nowadays, you are neither a junior high school student nor a high school student, and you can only make up for it through self-examination."
As the two talked, the path in front of Xiao Si gradually became clear
After more than half an hour, Grandma Zhang walked over tremblingly, and shouted lovingly: "Son, grandson, come over for dinner!"
?Wanderers who are wandering outside go to the main room. The country people are not so particular. In the main room, put the Eight Immortals table and a long bench next to it, and then you can have dinner.
A strange fragrance hits the nostrils!
Zhang Yi yelled: "Mother! You always kill the ducks!" In his youthful memory, the unique aroma of Bozhou duck stew would only waft up during the Chinese New Year.
As if holding a baby just full moon, the old man carefully brought a casserole full of old duck pot and put it in the middle of the table, then let out a long breath and said, "Okay, baby, grandma, quickly serve the baby. Let's eat."
Xiao Si couldn't help but be very moved, his fake grandson coaxed the two elders around, how can I repay this deep favor
He quickly said, "I'm going to serve the rice myself, where is the pot?"
The old grandma smiled and said, "My dear boy, it's right behind, I'll take you there."
The young man was born as a bitter child, and he is no stranger to meals cooked in big iron pots. Sure enough, when I turned to the inner kitchen, a large pot stove that was quite similar to the pot stove in my hometown appeared.
The wooden pot lid on the top is still tightly covered, and there is heat around it.
"I'll come, I'll come, baby, don't burn it." Grandma quickly lifted the lid of the pot, and a pot of authentic peasant food exuded an intoxicating atmosphere.
Xiao Si only filled half a bowl of rice, but grandma added another half bowl firmly. He had to let the old man feed him.
The family sat at the dinner table, and Zhang Yi's parents were so happy that they just smiled innocently. It seemed that the pain of these years had been diluted by the lost son and "grandson".
The young man felt a little guilty, and cooperated with Uncle Zhang to play the grandson of others. Although he didn't want to do anything, he always felt that it was not good to deceive the old man.
"Come, come, baby, this duck leg is for you!" Without saying a word, grandma took off one thigh of the old hen duck, held it with chopsticks, and put it into his bowl full of white rice.
Zhang Yi was envious. He is his own son, and was robbed of his favor by a fake grandson.
Who made him afraid of being scolded
Grandpa Zhang laughed so much that the white beard on his chin trembled: "The appearance of our eldest grandson, let alone Zhangzhuang, even the boys from the ten miles and eight villages can't match him!"
Zhang Yi focused his attention on the other plump duck leg, and was about to eat chopsticks, but his father forcibly blocked it.
The old man glanced at him and said angrily: "You heartless bastard, do you still deserve to eat duck legs? Go aside!"
Xiaosi smiled and said: "It's not easy for my father to pull me up all these years, and it's right to eat my legs¡ªbut it's the most difficult thing for grandma. I've just been busy under the stove for a long time, so this leg should be eaten by grandma." .¡±
Zhang Yi was really ashamed to snatch the duck leg stewed by his mother, so he resentfully went to fish for other parts. However, there are a lot of ingredients in the old duck pot, and he scooped up a lot into the bowl, and then started to eat and drink contentedly.
oldThe mouth was silent for a while, and finally asked the question she wanted to ask the most. Grandma Zhang asked in a strong local accent: "What have you been doing all these years? If you don't go home again, my mother and I will almost be overwhelmed"
Zhang Yi took a sip of the soup, and replied perfunctorily: "It's not easy, I rented a stall in Nanjing to rent books"
The old man asked disappointedly: "Have you bought a house for our baby yet?"
The fake father and son couldn't help but look at each other in embarrassment. It is already a blessing to the people of Nanjing to rent two houses in the suburbs. Do you dare to buy a house?
At this moment, a duck in the yard swayed in, screaming "quack quack". It searched and searched, as if it was looking for something.
Grandma looked at it apologetically: "Hua Hua, I'm sorry I stewed your mother, I'll give you some good food tonight."
Bozhou Laoya Pot is a must in the local area. In addition to duck meat, there are also goji berries, jujubes, and Codonopsis pilosula to enhance the taste.
The local area is the hometown of medicinal materials, so it is not too much trouble to get these things. The young man buried himself in eating the big dishes that the old couple was willing to cook during the holidays, and his heart was very moved.
The two elderly people were full of questions, and while they were eating, they threw them at Zhang Yi with a "swish swish".
In the end, they learned that their son went to Nanjing to open a book-rental stand by himself, and managed to get enough food and clothing. Later, he met a frail and sick woman, left behind this boy who was more handsome than green onions, and passed away.
Well, although all this is not satisfactory, it is still much better than Zhang Yi's old homeless man who has been single for many years and has been working for many years.
People are always willing to believe what they want to see and hear.
After so many years of parting, the old man finally looked forward to the return of his son, and brought back such a handsome grandson.
Zhang Yi has no house and no money, so it doesn't seem to be that important anymore.
"Oh! By the way, how can we eat Laoya stew without coriander and shallots? Look at how stupid I am!" Grandma put down her chopsticks and slapped her thigh.
She ran to the yard, grabbed a handful of fresh green coriander and a few shallots, washed them, chopped them up and threw them into the soup.
? The duck meat is plump, the soup is mellow, and the taste of the old duck stew spreads far, far away (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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