Chapter 571: so torturous
Chapter 571 is too tormenting
Zhou Yong stared at Huzi angrily, so he was about to scold him for talking nonsense.
Huzi shrank his neck in fear, and moved his little **** to the side secretly.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for Xu Xiuying to prepare dinner and greet them to eat.
There are three dishes in total, one is boiled pumpkin, one is cucumber, and the other is fried mushroom.
The mushrooms were brought back by Zhou Yong, and Xu Xiuying fried them specially.
But no meat.
No one thought there was anything wrong.
But during the meal, Mr. Zhou was arguing about drinking, but no one could persuade him. In the end, he could only pour him a small glass and let him taste some wine, but he dared not give him too much.
This is what the old lady asked. If he makes trouble again, the old lady will make trouble with him.
Zhou Weiguo also took the opportunity to pour himself a small glass. He wanted to drink more, but unfortunately Mr. Zhou refused. If he dared to drink more, he would have to drink the same amount.
So the old lady made a direct statement, not allowing him to drink too much.
Zhou Weiguo was very depressed, but he didn't dare to make trouble with the old lady. Some time ago, the old lady and the old man almost went, but he was really frightened, and I still feel scared to this day.
Zhou Yong is even worse. The old man and Zhou Weiguo said that he was going to punish him for drinking and driving, and he was not allowed to touch a drop of alcohol, so now he is only greedy.
Because there was only a small glass of wine, both father and son were reluctant to finish it in one gulp, so they only took a small sip.
The two of them were stunned when they didn't want to drink the drink.
They didn't hold out much hope for the bulk wine that Zhou Yong brought back, just because they were too greedy for wine, so they didn't feel disgusted.
How can I think that this drink tastes quite good!
Mr. Zhou couldn't help but ask Zhou Yong, "Where did you get this wine from?"
Zhou Yong knew what he was thinking when he saw his face, and said quickly, "It was sent by Comrade Jiang. He is quite capable. I thought that he probably got the good wine from some friend."
Old Master Zhou smacked his mouth, carefully reminiscing the taste in his mouth, and then nodded in agreement: "It is indeed a good wine!"
After finished speaking, he couldn't help but dislike Zhou Yong: "Look at others, and then look at you!"
Zhou Yong flattened his mouth in frustration, and quickly said unconvinced: "Grandpa, I am your own grandson! Besides, Comrade Jiang can see me and be my brother, doesn't that mean I'm pretty good too? ."
When Mr. Zhou heard it, he suddenly felt that what he said made sense!
just snorted: "You are lucky."
This comrade Jiang can give them such good ginseng, and he is indeed a good comrade even before the lion can open his mouth.
The old man Zhou recalled the pain like a maggot in his tarsal bones before, and his mood became complicated.
When he first went to the battlefield, he didn't think too much, he just wanted to fight the enemy out and defend his family and the country. Later, he also succeeded.
But those injuries are really tormenting!
Especially every time it hurts, it's really painful.
If he hadn't been reluctant to bear his wife and wanted to live a few more years for those sacrificed comrades in arms, he might not have been able to persevere long ago.
After taking the medicine this time, he actually never felt pain again, even his old legs had strength, really... it was like being reborn.
This is a great grace!
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhou suddenly looked at the bowl of fried mushrooms on the table: "This is the mushroom that Comrade Jiang brought the villagers to grow? How about I taste it."
Recently, I watched some videos of the war, and I was very impressed. At the beginning, so many people were sacrificed, all of them were fresh lives. It was really tragic. As long as I think that so many people are in their prime, and the good years are sacrificed, I feel particularly uncomfortable.
(end of this chapter)