In the sound of eating noodles hungrily...

"tasty?"

"Yeah! Delicious!"

Looking at his son who was busy cooking noodles, Xu Daqiang, who had just cooked the noodles and was still sweating on his forehead, picked up the wine glass with a smile.

After taking a sip of wine, I picked up two peanuts and a chopstick of the celery-based vegetables in my noodles.

People in Yanjing basically don’t eat syrup.

Even Yang Mi doesn't know what this thing is...

But it is true that Xu Xin had said it more than once before, saying that he wanted to eat water.

When I was in my hometown, some people measured whether a housewife was clean and efficient. Needless to say, just looking at her home's slurry tank in the summer would tell.

The summer sun in northern Shaanxi is too harsh, poisonous and spicy.

Although the temperature is not too hot, people are really susceptible to heat stroke.

So...Xu Xin doesn't know what other places are like, but in Xujiawan, basically every household will prepare a large tank of slurry water in advance.

This thing is actually very simple to make, and the only raw material is celery.

Wash the celery, blanch it in warm water, then pour it into a bowl of slurry water, close the lid of the jar and marinate it for two days.

But if it is not well preserved, or if the women of a family have to work hard, an oil film will easily appear on the water, or it may become moldy.

That means this woman is not clean in her work and is a coward.

You will be looked down upon by others.

The Xu brothers lost their mother when they were young, but as a father, Xu Daqiang also did not want others to look down on his children.

The tank of slurry water is clean and translucent every year.

Not to mention the oil film, even the oil splashes are not visible.

Whether they go out to school or come home for dinner, there is always a bottle of syrup waiting for the brothers.

When I got home, I drank up the sour liquid in one gulp to clear away the heat and relieve the heat.

The man who lost his mother-in-law relied on these exquisite and clean skills to work hard to make the eldest child a man, and to help the second child grow from babbling to stumbling... to being able to carry a schoolbag to and from school...

What kind of hardships it is, outsiders don’t know.

Men from the northwest never express it.

The only thing he did was to do what he did when his family had no money.

In the summer, a jar of clear water made by myself brings a refreshing summer called "home" and "father" to the two sons.

For Xu Xin, if there is no bowl of syrup in summer, it is indeed equivalent to losing the soul.

"dad."

"Um?"

"You've got enough to eat, but if you don't get enough milk, you'll really go crazy."

"……Hahaha."

This sentence from his son is equivalent to the highest praise for him.

After taking another sip of wine and a mouthful of noodles, he said calmly:

"The sour water at home is particularly good this year and is translucent."

After speaking, he pointed towards the kitchen:

"Dad made two pots and brought you a big bucket. If you want to eat it, fry some leeks yourself. Don't put anything else in it. Just fry it in oil and add salt. Take it out and pour oil, onions and garlic into the pot.

Lazi, pour the slurry water in... Boil the pot and put the noodles in. Once it comes out, it's ready."

"Well……"

Although the steps sound simple, to be honest...

Xu Xin really doesn’t know how to do it.

I can only nod:

"Okay... I'll give it a try then!"

"Remember not to get oil on the basin, otherwise the water will be bad."

"Uh-huh."

"Tell that girl later. If you don't know how to do it, let her beat you up~"

"..."

Xu Xin eats noodles with chopsticks...

He raised his head in embarrassment:

"……good."

"Don't always eat food from outside, it's not clean. In the refrigerator, you can see the eggs being replaced, and the others can't move. Is that okay? Young man, live your life, you have suffered so much, and the mother-in-law can live in a kiln."

That’s fine. If you don’t have a fire at home to cook the pot, what’s the point of living a good life?”

I didn’t worry about what kind of friend my son had made.

He just used the simplest point of view... Even compared with his current worth, such things as "lower hardship" and "cave dwelling" are already out of place.

But I still use the principles contained in these crudest words to tell my son how to run a family.

"Yeah...I know."

After hearing this, the old man who came here specifically to deliver syrup to his son stopped talking.

A sip of wine, a sip of noodles.

After three ounces of wine, I finished a large bowl of noodles.

The father and son were lying on rocking chairs in the yard and smoking.

"The sky in Yanjing is so stupid that you can't see the stars?"

Xu Daqiang, who was shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand, said with emotion:

“The people of Yanjing are living a miserable life.”

Xu Xin deeply agreed.

Indeed, it’s really hard to see stars from here.

"Dad, I want to go home on July 15th..."

"No return!"

Xu Daqiang rejected his son's idea without hesitation:

"Just burn some paper. Dad and your mother both told me that my daughter is doing the Olympics and honoring her ancestors. She must be happy~ She doesn't dare to delay the country's affairs!"

"……All right."

Seeing that his father was so insistent, Xu Xin said no more.

"Go back tomorrow?"

"Well, I'm going to Dongsheng tomorrow. There's a mine there. Let's talk about it... Ah, these are all trivial matters. Don't worry about it. Just do it well."

"……Um."

There was no indoctrination, or even a bit of coercion. Xu Daqiang did not let his son worry about making money.

Just like he said.

It's all little things.

Nothing important is national affairs.

The middle-aged man used the most unpretentious views and set an example for his son.

…

Comes and goes like the wind.

When he went out in the morning, Xu Xin originally wanted to ask Brother Li why he didn't come.

But when I think of my father's "obsessed" sense of confidentiality, it seems that this matter can get a reasonable explanation.

Just like sending his son to school, when he saw his son getting into the car carrying a bucket of slurry, he did not forget to say:

"Tell Director Zhang that you don't want to touch oil with water~"

Xu Xinxin said that she was not from the northwest...

Do you still know about this?

All the way to the Olympic Building, he carried the syrup directly to the canteen.
To be continued...