Chapter Fifty-Five: Encountering an Old Friend in a Foreign Land

The car was in a hurry, all the way to the west, and soon out of the city, the surrounding high-rise buildings gradually became sparse. Several bungalow areas appeared ahead, the car turned into a small road, and stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated small courtyard.

The door was ajar, and Qing Zhongyang stepped forward to pat the door and said, "Brother, I'm Qing Zhongyang! My dad is here to see you!"

He's also been here several times, so you're welcome.

Strictly speaking, there was nothing to be polite about, even if the parents had a grudge, they were still cousins ​​after all, and he had been here countless times, but he knew the way very well.

Therefore, Qingzhong Yang directly pushed the door open without paying much attention. He stood on one side and stepped aside, saying, "Old Peng, please."

When Mr. Peng came in, Mr. Qing slowly followed behind him, still thinking about what to do if that bad-tempered elder brother kicked him out again.

Then I froze.

I saw that in the center of this small courtyard, under the shade of a few persimmon trees in the courtyard, a square wooden table was placed. A bowl of fragrant wontons was placed on the table. A young man was sitting in front of the table, breathing heavily on the wontons in the spoon. He couldn't wait to swallow them before they were completely cool, and rolled his eyes from being burned. .

Next to the table, there was a reclining chair. Brother Jiang was lying on the reclining chair covered with a quilt, with his head slightly tilted, his old face covered with age spots and wrinkles, shining brightly in the sun, with a smile on his mouth, looking at Nan Ming's The expressions are a little emotional, a little kind, and a little sad.

Beside Senior Brother Jiang, his little granddaughter Jiang Xiaohui was pouting, she seemed angry and shy, and peeked at her from time to time.

"Slow down, slow down, there are plenty of wontons, just fill up..." Brother Jiang's breath was weak, and his speech was weak, but he still couldn't help asking: "Xiao Ming? Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Nan Ming nodded again and again, he is not a gourmet, he can't say anything good or bad at the moment, he just thinks it is delicious! It is more delicious than all the wontons he has eaten!

But I don't know why a bowl of wontons is so delicious?

Is there some magic in it?

This must be a super power! Same superpowers as him!

Nanming raised his eyes and looked, and was immediately elated. The energy had risen to over 475 degrees, and it was still growing rapidly!

"Try some soup, it's delicious too." Mr. Jiang said repeatedly with a smile on his face, then turned to the girl next to him and said, "Xiaohui, go make some more..."

"Yeah!" The girl nodded, took another peek at Nan Ming, and ran into the kitchen.

"I'm full, I'm full, there's no need..." Nan Ming pretended to decline, and the girl secretly gave him a white look from behind the door.

Greedy fellow, if you are full, put down your chopsticks!

Here, Nan Ming almost finished eating the wontons, and started to drink soup again.

This soup is simmered with chicken, duck, and beef. How can it be taken lightly?

You can never drink it anywhere else.

"Yeah, it's delicious!"

Nan Ming ate and drank here, but Tie Dan was busy.

Of the two men in this family, one is bedridden and the other is disabled. There is no one to do a lot of heavy work at home.

And in their eyes, the heavy work is simply a piece of cake for Tie Dan.

At this moment, Tie Dan was jumping up and down, very busy.

Even the old man was moved out of the house by Tie Dan. In the old man's own words, if he didn't come out to dry, he might get moldy.

Fortunately, there is such a strong man as Iron Egg.

It was so lively over there, I stood at the gate here for a while, but I didn't even notice any visitors.

"Is there a guest at home?" Qingzhong Yang was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over Nan Ming and Tie Dan, and felt that Nan Ming looked familiar.

"What guest, that's your little brother Nan Ming!" Old Master Qing gave Qing Zhongyang a blow on the back of the head honestly,

The old face immediately burst into laughter.

If you want to fall asleep, you will be handed a pillow. Is this God's arrangement?

"Xiao Ming! I see you again!"

"Uncle Qing!" Nan Ming's eyes widened. Isn't this parting just the day before yesterday? Why did I see you today, "Why are you here?"

"I still want to ask you, why did you come to my brother's house?" Mr. Qing reached out and rubbed Nan Ming's head, walked up to Mr. Jiang, bowed slightly: "Brother! I'm here!"

Mr. Jiang turned his head and looked at Tiger Qing.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, the corners of his eyes were wet, he couldn't move his body, he couldn't wipe it off, he could only turn his neck slightly, hoping that Tiger Qing wouldn't see it.

In this life, I actually lived to see each other again.

The child who was by my side at the beginning, tugging at the hem of his clothes, raising his head and asking "Are you my senior brother?" is already very old now.

After experiencing life and death, many things are different. If the last farewell was a forever farewell, and the last thing he said to Qing Huo was "Get lost", how much would he regret now?

The obsession in his chest has actually dissipated long ago, but his face is still troublesome, and he is unwilling to bow his head.

These two have a problem!

Ten thousand guesses began to boil in Nan Ming's heart, and various stories of falling in love and killing each other began to circle.

"Just come." In the end, Mr. Jiang just nodded slightly and closed his eyes.

Don’t want to watch, or are you worried that tears will flow out?

"Uncle!" Qingzhong Yang also saluted respectfully.

"Come on, Xiao Ming, let me introduce you." Old Master Qing also waved, and asked Nan Ming to come over, pointing to Old Master Jiang and said, "This is your uncle, Jiang Wanghai."

"Uncle!" Nan Ming obediently called out, and in the blink of an eye, did he become a relative?

How did the trick change?

Moreover, why is the surname Jiang?

Mr. Jiang's eyes widened, and he couldn't care less about his tears. Does this little guy have anything to do with Qinghuo?

No wonder I liked it when I saw it.

Mr. Jiang has a grudge against Qinghuhu, but he likes Qingzhongyang and these children very much. Although he doesn't have any expensive gifts, when he was still able to move, when Qingzhongyang and the others came, he would Regardless of his physical fatigue, he cooks and cooks by himself.

"Brother, this little guy is called Nan Ming, he is my savior..." Mr. Qing put both hands on Nan Ming's shoulder, "He is a good boy."

This person is Nan Ming?

Elder Peng next to him stared wide-eyed, is that Nan Ming whom Mr. Qing was talking about just now?

Mr. Qing was muttering at the beginning, but he didn't expect that Mr. Peng was so old and his ears were still so sensitive that he could hear everything in his ears.

Then Mr. Qing pointed to Mr. Peng who was standing next to him: "This is Uncle Peng."

"Uncle Peng." Nan Ming has now entered the mode of paying New Year's greetings to elders or attending banquets, and he will call him whatever Old Master Qing asks, showing a patterned smile.

Elder Qing then pointed to Qingzhong Yang and said, "Xiao Ming, this is your third brother, you brothers are very close."

"Third brother." Nan Ming blinked and looked over with probing eyes.

"He's not Lin Qiu's father, Lin Qiu's father is your eldest brother." Mr. Qing knew what was going on in his little head.

"It's almost noon, I'm going to cook." Old Master Qing rolled up his sleeves refreshed after introducing him.

Seeing Nan Ming, he wanted to cook.

Eyeballs fell all around.

Everyone knew that these two old men had been arguing for decades. In front of Mr. Jiang, Mr. Qing would never cook, and would rather starve to death than cook.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mr. Qing was also dazed and relaxed. He didn't expect to say these words so easily.

Is this softening?

When you are getting old, what are you still angry about?

Let the juniors see the jokes.

It's time to let go.

Nan Ming didn't expect to be able to eat Mr. Qing's meal when he came to Qingyang. This is really a meal less.

He applauded again and again: "Okay, great! Good luck!"

The shortfall of these two days can finally be made up for.

Then he ordered unceremoniously: "Uncle Qing, Tie Dan eats a lot, you should cook more!"

Tie Dan stared wide-eyed, can he eat here too?

At this time, Tie Dan didn't know what it meant to eat a meal to celebrate the old man.

"Don't worry, take care of yourself!" Old Master Qing entered the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up, and saw Jiang Xiaohui looking at him with puffed cheeks.

"Good girl, who bullied you?" Old Master Qing stared wide-eyed. Jiang Xiaohui is indeed a good girl. She has never seen her blushing. Old Master Qing likes her very much. affectionate.

what is it today?

Jiang Xiaohui lowered her head, pursed her lips, and let out angrily.

When passing by the yard, he even took a peek at Nan Ming.

What, he is so young, why do you call me daddy and big brother, then don't I want to call him uncle...

How can this be!

Bad Second Grandpa!

Old Master Qing couldn't figure it out, no matter how clever and exquisite he was, he probably wouldn't be able to understand what this little boy was thinking.

He shook his head, looked around the kitchen, and came out again in the blink of an eye.

There are only some ingredients for making wontons in the kitchen, and nothing else.

He sighed in his heart, why is the elder brother so stubborn and refuses to accept his help, if not, how could their life be so miserable?

"Third son, go shopping for vegetables." Mr. Qing said, "Buy more, and buy some for tonight."

Nan Ming pricked up his ears, and was overjoyed, it's great, and he wants to have dinner at night!

"Yes." Qingzhong Yang obeyed obediently, went out to make a phone call, and came back not long after.

Do you really let him go shopping for vegetables?

Most of his eyes stopped on Nan Ming.

Now Nan Ming sat back to eat the unfinished bowl of wontons. After a while of tossing just now, the wontons are no longer hot, and they are just right to eat.

The four people next to him were all staring at him. Qingzhong Yang, Mr. Peng, Brother Jiang, and Mrs. Jiang.

In the blink of an eye, they all became relatives, why is Nan Ming still so calm? Sure enough, he is a foodie!

In less than half an hour, a car stopped at the gate, and a few young men came in with various ingredients, put them down and left quietly.

Qingzhong Yang moved a pony to sit next to Nan Ming, watching Nan Ming eat, he wanted to know how calm this guy could be.

Who would have thought that watching it would make him feel hungry, clutching his belly, and said, "Sister-in-law, do you still have wontons? Give me a bowl too!"

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