Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 41

Song Xiaowu was reversing the car, he was so distracted when he heard the words that he almost wiped the car next to him.After turning the steering wheel, he said, "I'm in good health, but I've been a little busy recently."

Song Yunmei said "Oh", and wanted to ask again, but she was afraid that it would be too obvious, so she had to give up temporarily.

When she arrived at the mall, her attention was completely diverted.Even if she hadn't had a leisurely stroll in this kind of place for many years, Song Yunmei was still quite keen on the current fashion trends, not to mention that now she had a handsome and tall son by her side, and she just paid the bills along the way.

After shopping around the first floor of women's clothing heartily, I also patronized all the skin care and beauty brands that are pleasing to the eye. I got a lot of bags of various materials, plus countless envious eyes from passers-by—not all because of her Song Yunmei is clear and proud of these trophies: most of them still envy her for not only raising a filial and decent son, but she is also angry that she is still young and beautiful.

Song Xiaowu was very supportive all the time, waiting patiently for her to change into the newly bought clothes, and finished a set of delicate makeup at the makeup counter, and then thought of going to the hairdresser to wash her hair. : "You wash slowly, I'll go to the opposite coffee shop to order you something to drink first." Only then did she bid farewell to Song Yunmei who was sitting among a group of rich ladies who had their hair done.

Sitting in the coffee shop and ordering, Song Xiaowu finally breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hands and beat his sore and painful legs a few times, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

Before long, Song Yunmei came over.She only washed and cared for her hair, neither permed nor dyed - she has always known how to dress herself up, and the simple shawl and long hair can best reflect her innocent style.

The waiter brought some desserts in a timely manner. Song Yunmei sat on the soft sofa and smiled happily at Song Xiaowu. She suddenly remembered something and asked, "Did Mom spend a lot of money today?"

Just as Song Xiaowu was about to speak, the phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at it and had no choice but to pick it up first.

After making the phone call, seeing Song Yunmei looking at him with obvious interest, Song Xiaowu said, "It's a worker in Dad's house. He asked me if I would go back for dinner tonight."

Song Yunmei's eyes lit up immediately, but Song Xiaowu stopped her from talking: "During this time, father and elder brother are very busy, and even elder brother's mother has gone to this group to give condolences, and I am the only one who can go back often. However, if you are willing, I would like to stay with you for a few more days."

Song Yunmei couldn't hide her disappointment when she heard the first half, and she became happier when Song Xiaowu finished speaking. After thinking about it, she suggested, "Son, mommy will cook for you tonight! It costs money to eat outside." A lot of money."

Song Xiaowu was happy with her.The two went to the Life Supermarket again, and bought a bunch of chopped ribs, beef, fish fillets, etc. Song Yunmei didn't like vegetables, so she only picked a few fruits: "It's all vitamins, the same."

Song Yunmei's plan was pretty good: deep-fried pork ribs, beef with egg, boiled fish slices, peeled out a plate of sugar oranges, and then squeezed an apple juice, without Song Xiaowu's busy work, she can do it all by herself.

But after waiting for a few dishes to be served, it was already dark, Song Xiaowu yawned, and belatedly turned on the light in the hall, glanced at the dishes, and sighed in his heart: Big plum, It's God's will whether our restaurant can't open.

"Mom, sit down and rest for a while." Song Yunmei came out of the kitchen, Song Xiaowu walked over, untied the knot behind her apron, and asked, "How many pots did you use?"

"Three hot dishes, of course three pots." Song Yunmei said.Walking to the table to have a look, he said again: "The lighting in this hall is not good, these dishes look much better in the kitchen."

"I'll go and steam some rice," Song Xiaowu said, "That fish fillet... I guess it's quite good for dinner."

"Oh, son," Song Yunmei called to stop him, "I cooked it for you alone. Mom doesn't eat the staple food, so she's going to get fat."

"Oh." Song Xiaowu looked at the plate of fried pork ribs sprinkled with sugar, and agreed slowly.

Of the three commonly used pots, two were completely scrapped this time.Song Xiaowu poured the washed rice into the rice cooker, filled it with water and plugged in the electricity, and then concentrated on dealing with the messy kitchen. While cleaning up, he couldn't help laughing silently: he loves sweets, is easy to like, and his cooking skills are still hopeless , he finally knew who he had inherited it from.

After eating and tidying up, it will be a bit late.Song Xiaowu booked a hotel online while Song Yunmei was trying on clothes in the afternoon, and planned to go there right now.Song Yunmei obviously wasn't having fun, but she was really tired, so she agreed to take out a few packs of candied fruit and melon seeds from the shopping bag on the table: "Let's go and watch TV."

The original TV in the attic of the restaurant was sold to a collector of second-hand appliances when they moved, Song Xiaowu almost forgot about it.

Song Xiaowu booked a suite with a bedroom for mother and son.As soon as Song Yunmei entered, she looked around first, and then dragged Song Xiaowu to sit in the living room: "How can young people go to bed so early? Watch TV with mom."

She put on a good posture, with snacks on the coffee table and pillows on her back, but her mind was not on the TV show at all, but asked Song Xiaowu to ask questions.

"Son, do you have a girlfriend?"

Song Xiaowu was taken aback, and said, "I have a stable partner."

When Song Yunmei heard this, she didn't care about the difference in his wording, and asked again and again: "What's your name? What do you do? Do you have a picture? When will Mom see you?"

Song Xiaowu couldn't answer anything else, so he could only say: "I went to his parents' house, it's quite far away, at least we have to wait until the Chinese New Year is over..."

"Then you met her parents?"

"I've met before," Song Xiaowu bit the bullet and explained, "It's just an ordinary meeting, nothing else."

Song Yunmei lowered her eyes when she heard the words: "That's right, I see that the photo on the business license of that restaurant belongs to someone else!"

Song Xiaowu thought to himself: Didn't you happen to see the photo of your daughter-in-law?

Song Yunmei didn't notice that he was distracted, she raised her head and looked at him: "You work for others, can this be considered a serious career? Your father doesn't want to find you a decent job, even if it's just a name to get a salary, you don't have to Do you really go to work? Save up a house early, and it’s fine for the two of you to repay the loan slowly, otherwise, won’t it delay the girl?” She went to her old neighbor to inquire about Song Xiaowu’s whereabouts, but the other party didn’t give her a good look. With her as a mother, it's not as good as outsiders treat their children, but what happened?She wasn't the only one making long-term plans for her son.

"Mom." Song Xiaowu didn't want to continue this topic, and because the house happened to be remembered, he asked, "When will you visit grandpa and grandma? I'll prepare in advance."

"Then...tomorrow."

Twelfth lunar month 23, a small year in the north.Song Xiaowu remembered that this day was also grandma's birthday, but grandma never wanted to celebrate her birthday, so he simply bought incense, candles, fruits and other things.Song Yunmei followed him all the way, but at this moment she hesitated, and said, "Buy a bottle of wine for your grandfather."

Bamboo Leaf Green Wine is packed in a small glass bottle, which is the most common packaging on the market.

Song Xiaowu actually doesn't quite remember whether his grandfather likes to drink or not.When the old man was alive, he was still too young, and he only vaguely remembered that he was tall, thin and vigorous. I always felt that he was very strict at that time, and occasionally acted like a baby, and he was only willing to go to grandma alone. In retrospect, in fact, grandpa treated him and grandma They are very considerate, very gentle and meticulous.Grandma said that he had a hard time when he was a child, and he learned to smoke at a young age. He has been a smoker for decades, but it took more than half a year to quit because grandma couldn't smell the smell of cigarettes.

Most of his impressions of his grandfather come from his grandmother's memories, which are trivial but not three-dimensional.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and there are more people worshiping in the cemetery than usual, but perhaps because of the bad weather, it still looks cold and solemn.Song Xiaowu still couldn't completely control his ecstasy, and when he was pouring wine for grandpa, Song Yunmei said to him: "You go down and wait for mom, I think, stay alone with grandpa and grandma." Song Xiaowu didn't want to at first, but Song Yunmei urged : "Go."

When she had such a firm attitude, Song Xiaowu had no choice but to go down a few rows and wait for her silently.

This cemetery has a long history. At that time, the public memorial hall had not yet been built, so each family was able to keep a tomb and a stone tablet.Probably because the environment was too quiet, Song Xiaowu could even hear the murmurs of several neighboring families: some reported to the people in the tomb about the important events of the family for a year; There are also white-haired old men who have been separated for many years and came here to pay homage to their old friends:

"Floating ants in spring mash, when can I taste it better?"

When Song Yunmei came down, her eye circles were red, and she couldn't see any other emotions.Song Xiaowu stepped forward to hold her arm - he knew she liked this kind of intimate contact - and half helped her back to the car.

Before driving, Mr. Yao called, asking Song Xiaowu to go back to dinner at night, and asked him where he was all day.

Song Xiaowu took a look at Song Yunmei and said, "At Xishan Cemetery, I'm here to see grandpa and grandma."

Old Master Yao said "Oh" and said, "Come here soon."

Song Xiaowu agreed, hung up the phone, and saw Song Yunmei turned her head, and said angrily: "Your father is calling, you don't have to be so guarded against me."

Song Xiaowu didn't know what to say when he heard the words.But she said again: "I saw your father on TV yesterday, how did he become so old? If it were changed to now, I would not look down on him at all."

Listening, Song Xiaowu could only smile helplessly, holding the steering wheel in his hand, he had to use his chin to signal: "That thermos has hot coconut milk, drink some. It's much colder here than in the urban area."

When he was a child, he ran into his grandmother secretly wiping tears because of his mother, and he also wondered what kind of heart the woman who gave him life had.Now that we meet each other, I realize that she is just a silly woman who is still dawdling at her age, she may not have much useful scheming, like a little girl who loves to eat, play and love beauty, probably because she was protected by her strict father and loving mother when she was young Too much, only taught her how to be friendly with others, but never taught her how not to be hurt by others, nor should she hurt others.

He turned his head and glanced at Song Yunmei who wished she could be buried in the steam of coconut milk.He doesn't really like her very much, but he can't hate her.