The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993 - Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005, hell, grandparents clash, see Mr. Wen

This night, the old man slept soundly.

Despite having the woman of his dreams lying beside him, he knew the timing was wrong.

When Wen Hui proposed to take him to see his grandfather, he suddenly had a ridiculous intuition in his mind that the opportunity for the two of them to blend together was about to appear, not far away, but not tonight.

So he, who has the spirit of Ah Q, sleeps very hard without heart.

He fell asleep, but Wen Hui couldn’t fall asleep. She lay on the bed and recalled what my aunt had said.

Falling in love with him, does that count as opening the gates of hell?

When he is not by my side, I have to endure the pain of lovesickness, and I have to endure him flirting with other women, this is hell!

But when I see him, I can always think that this is my best friend’s boyfriend, a man who is a double actress, betrayed his friendship, and is suffering in the depths of his heart, or hell!

Before long, she hesitated countless times. If it wasn’t for the friendship between the two actors, Wen Hui, who fell in love with him, would definitely use all means at her disposal to get him completely.

Hell, he is hell! Shuangling is also hell! I am in hell!

Hell Wenhui looked at him sideways and fixedly, this word was full of words in his mind tonight.

The next day, when Zhang Xuan woke up, he found that there was nothing around him, and no one was there.

There seems to be the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

After listening for a few seconds, the old man put on his clothes neatly.

“It’s only 7 o’clock, why do you wake up so early and don’t get more sleep?”

Before anyone entered the kitchen, Zhang Xuan asked the question.

“It’s almost dawn, I can’t sleep.” Wen Hui put down the lid of the pot in her hand, poured half a cup of freshly boiled water, then poured another half cup of cold water, and handed it to him.

“Have rice this morning?” Zhang Xuan asked after taking the water glass.

It wasn’t that he was surprised, but that it was rare to see people eating rice in the Shanghai stock market in the morning.

Wen Hui smiled knowingly, and answered irrelevantly, “I learned a few new dishes, try them.”

Zhang Xuan smiled and said yes, he is extremely relieved about Wenhui’s dishes.

Finished a glass of warm water and asked, “Are you going to see your grandpa today?”

Wen Hui thought about it and said: “It’s not decided yet, I have to ask my grandpa first, and avoid my parents.”

Hearing that she was going to avoid her parents, the old man didn’t know how to respond.

Although he has status, fame, and money now, but after all, he has a foundation of Baiding, and there is still a gap compared with a family with a deep background like the Wen family.

In the past, when he got along with others as a friend, he had no desires or demands, so he could come and go freely, neither humble nor overbearing.

But the situation is different now. The status of friends has suddenly changed to father-in-law and mother-in-law, and they are not clean themselves, so it is inevitable that they feel a little guilty.

Wen Hui saw his flickering facial expression, smiled gently and said: “It is said that an ugly daughter-in-law will see her in-laws sooner or later, you are afraid now, what will you do in the future?”

Facts are facts, but people need face, they can’t be cowardly, he immediately hit the snake with a stick, “What should I do? What else can I do? You are not afraid, what am I afraid of? They will beat them if they want to, and curse them if they want to. I was born in a small village, and I have seen countless village tyrants and ruffians, and I can’t be weak.”

Looking at his face for a few seconds, Wenhui poured cold water on him and asked, “What if my grandpa disagrees?”

Zhang Xuan muttered, “It’s natural to disagree, but there is a chance.”

It has its own lifeline.

Where is the vitality?

The vitality is naturally in the mouth of Mr. Wen. Since he asked to see him, it means that the road is not dead.

Otherwise, is there still a need to meet?

The two of them looked at each other. They were both smart people, and they both knew that Mr. Wen’s tone could determine whether they were going smoothly.

After dinner, Wenhui went to the balcony and made two phone calls.

One call was to Mr. Wen.

Three beeps will pass.

Wen Hui asked softly, “Grandpa, are you up yet?”

Grandpa Wen glanced at the sunrise in the east, gritted his teeth and said, “I got up, and I’m taking a walk.”

Wen Hui said: “Is it convenient for you to go there today?”

Hearing this, old man Wen, who was hunched over and walking slowly, immediately straightened up, stood on the spot and asked, “Zhang Xuan is coming to the Shanghai stock market today?”

Wen Hui said: “I came last night.”

A “last night”, Mr. Wen slowed down, and asked again: “Are you with him?”

In order to express her determination, Wen Hui did not shy away: “Well, I just had breakfast with him, and I think I will bring him to visit you later.”

I can’t help my mother

The determination of his granddaughter made Old Man Wen fall into a trance, recalling the scene when he eloped with her and fled to the Shanghai Concession.

Two minutes later, Wen Hui asked, “Grandpa, Grandpa, are you still listening?”

Old man Wen came back to his senses, his tone softened a bit, and he asked, “What did you have for breakfast?”

Wen Hui did not specify the name of the dish, but said: “I made three Huaiyang dishes with the rice I ate.”

Rice, Huaiyang cuisine

It seems that nothing has been said, it seems that nothing has been said.

The most important thing is breakfast. The breakfast in Shanghai does not include rice, but I eat rice, which is Huaiyang cuisine cooked by my granddaughter.

Mr. Wen looked at the time, it was only in the early 8 o’clock.

This means that the baby granddaughter got up early in the morning to let him eat well!

At this moment, Mr. Wen seemed to see his love with her in his granddaughter: the granddaughter loved Zhang Xuan very much.

Looking up to the sky, Mr. Wen put the phone to his ear again and said, “It’s convenient today. You can bring him here, but it will be later, I have to prepare something.”

Wen Hui has already figured out Grandpa’s temper: “Okay, I’ll bring him over at noon.”

Before hanging up, Mr. Wen said: “You are not allowed to take anything with you.”

“Um.”

After the call ended, Wen Hui remained silent for about ten seconds, then called Yuan Mei and asked, “You’re not on the second floor, where have you been?”

Yuan Mei replied: “I remembered something last night, and I went back to the piano shop overnight.”

Wen Hui said: “Today I will take him to grandpa’s place.”

Yuan Mei was shocked: “You mean? Or grandpa?”

Wen Hui said: “There are all of them.”

Yuan Mei immediately threw herself to the ground in admiration: “Awesome! You are better than my mother! You actually made grandpa relax.”

At this point, Yuan Mei went on to say: “Okay, I know the purpose of your call, I’ll go to grandpa and wait for you.

Today, I will do a good job for you, and I must praise it well. ”

the other side.

While Wen Hui was on the phone, Mr. Wen also displayed his wisdom. He made a series of phone calls from the perspective of his granddaughter. He called a group of family members, saying that he was gathering with old friends today, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

Wen Yu asked one more question when he received the call: “Who is it? Dad, I know all your friends, and you still have to hide this from me?”

For this reason, old man Wen put on a face and put on his family status: “How long can I live, old man? Do you still need to supervise when you meet someone?”

Wen Yu immediately confessed, “All right, all right, I’ll do as you please, I won’t come here.”

Putting away the phone, Wen Hui went back to the living room to accompany him to watch the VCD, watched the movie on disc, and kept silent about what happened just now.

Around 11:00, the first and second parts of the movie were finished. At this time, Wen Hui said to him, “It’s almost there. Let’s go. Let’s start now.”

Zhang Xuan didn’t say anything, didn’t ask anything, turned off the TV and went downstairs, but after getting in the car, he told Zhao Lei: “Go to the mall.”

Wen Hui knew what he wanted to do, so she interrupted him: “No, grandpa explicitly mentioned that you are not allowed to bring gifts.”

Zhang Xuan turned his head.

Wen Hui helped him to solve his doubts: “There are too many people visiting grandpa these days, and the house is full of things. There are all kinds of things, and there is no way to finish them.”

Well, the status and status are different. It is true that the drought dies, and the flood dies. Zhang Xuan agrees with this statement.

Maybe because of the prudence and uniqueness of today, the two seldom talked on the road, and they were both quietly listening to the car radio.

After an hour passed like this, it arrived.

The place is very quiet, there are no densely packed cars, and no people coming and going, only the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers and the fluttering of willows. The monsoon blows on people with an indescribable coolness.

When I entered the door, I met the driver of Mr. Wen, who seemed to have been waiting at the gate for a long time.

The driver didn’t speak, just smiled politely at the two of them, and led the way.

Turn left, turn left, turn left along Qingshi Road, and then you will see a large pool full of lotus flowers, and swimming carp schools of different colors can be seen under the lotus leaves.

In the center of the pool is a pavilion.

At this time, Mr. Wen and Yuan Mei were sitting in the pavilion, and the stone table in front of them was full of pots and pans.

It is really full of pots and pans.

In the center of the table is a pot, which is filled with boiling water without any seasoning.

There are many white porcelain butterflies around the pot. At a glance, there are dozens of them, which are filled with stew and side dishes.

Seeing the two coming, Mr. Wen didn’t get up, but first glanced at his granddaughter, and then settled on Zhang Xuan.

“grandfather.”

They are all a family. They have been together day and night for so many years, and they are so familiar with each other. Wenhui didn’t give Mr. Wen a chance to suppress his aura, and just saying “Grandpa” made the other party lose his power.

Wen Hui yelled, Zhang Xuan yelled after him, without stage fright at all.

Seeing his granddaughter’s little thoughts, Mr. Wen had no choice but to put away the shelf that hadn’t been released outside, and greeted kindly: “Come, sit down.”

After Zhang Xuan sat down, Wen Hui looked at the table and said to him: “Grandpa is in a good mood today, you are lucky. He will make Kung Fu noodles for you.”

Yuan Mei understood, and continued: “Yeah, I haven’t eaten Kung Fu noodles made by my grandfather for a long time, the last time seems to be 8 years ago.

Now I still clearly remember that my grandfather said that Kung Fu noodles are a special delicate meal of hand-made noodles, which emphasizes “fresh color, authentic aroma, authentic taste and beautiful shape”. ”

Speaking of this, Yuan Mei asked Mr. Wen: “Right, Grandpa, I remember correctly, right?”

The granddaughter rushed to set the tone of “in a good mood”, and the niece hugged each other closely. Mr. Wen saw through this trick at a glance.

This made him have no place to get angry and no place to make things difficult for him. Mr. Wen once again expressed the emotion of “female college students are not allowed to stay”, and said with a smile:

“The so-called Kung Fu noodles means that there is only one bite of noodles in the pot each time. Each bite of noodles has the freshest taste just out of the pot. Each bite of noodles has different tastes due to different sauces and side dishes. Eat the realm of noodles in one bite. To the extreme.”

(besides…)

(end of this chapter)