Zhang Wei looked around in the kitchen for a long time before choosing a large aluminum pot. The reason was that when he was a child, his mother used a large aluminum pot to cook porridge in his hometown.

Zhang Wei flushed the pot, boiled the water, and then carefully recalled the time when his mother taught him how to make porridge. That was when he was in junior high school.

"We need to wash the millet first." Mother said, scooping out half a bowl of rice from the rice vat...

Zhang Wei opened the bag and scooped out half a bowl of rice just like the scene in his memory. After washing it, he soaked it in water...

"After the fire boils, put the rice into the pot." Mother said, pouring the soaked millet into the boiling pot, and the rolling water suddenly calmed down...

Zhang Wei opened the lid of the pot and saw that the water in the large aluminum pot had boiled. He poured all the washed rice into it, stirred it a few times with a spoon, and put the lid back on...

"Next, keep the fire burning, be careful not to let the water overflow..." After the water in the pot boiled again, the mother opened the lid and told Zhang Wei...

Zhang Wei heard the water in the large aluminum pot making a splashing sound. He opened the lid and stirred it a few more times with a spoon. When the water mist dispersed, he could see golden rice grains floating in the water.

A few minutes later, Zhang Wei took a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and saw that the rice grains sank to the bottom, without the sticky feeling like when he was a child.

"Is there something missing?" Zhang Wei poured the porridge from the spoon back into the pot, frowning and recalling it carefully...

"If you like to drink thicker food, just add some alkaline noodles, so that the cooked porridge will be very sticky..." Mother poured the alkaline noodles into the palm of her hand. She thought it was almost done, so she put the alkaline noodles in her palm.

Inside the pot...

Zhang Wei slapped his head and quickly asked Sister Wang: "Do you have baking soda at home? I forgot to prepare baking soda."

The fire continued to burn for more than half an hour. Zhang Wei stayed by the stove until the porridge in the pot boiled out a layer of rice essence.

Take a sip slowly...it smells delicious!

This time Zhang Wei did not pour the rice soup in the spoon back into the pot, but drank it all in small sips.

"Young man, is this porridge ready?" an elder's voice asked behind Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei turned around in a hurry and saw that the old man had come in at some time, so he quickly put down his spoon and said to the old man: "Okay."

The old man said dubiously: "Are you sure? Don't waste such good millet."

Zhang Wei glanced at the cloth bag placed not far away and saw that the mouth of the bag was open. He guessed that the old man had already seen the millet. So he smiled and said: "Don't worry, old man, I have been cooking for more than half an hour.

The essence has been boiled out, so I will never waste such good rice."

The old man took a look into the pot and saw that the pot was golden and there was a layer of rice oil floating on it. He nodded with satisfaction: "Is this rice grown by you at home?"

Zhang Wei shook his head and said: "This rice was bought from an old farmer."

The old man glanced at the bag containing millet, and after thinking for a while, he gradually stopped smiling: "In order to let me have a meal of porridge, old man, it seems that you have put a lot of effort into it."

Zhang Wei felt that the old man's words were not right, and he did not dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "Do you like thicker or thinner porridge? Let me help you fill a bowl to taste."

"No, I'll do it myself." As he said that, the old man pushed Zhang Wei aside, grabbed the spoon, and took a spoonful of porridge from the pot.

Zhang Wei quickly reminded: "It's hot, be careful."

The old man raised the spoon to his mouth, paused after hearing the sound, and turned back to Zhang Wei: "This porridge looks good, it's yellow and it smells delicious."

Zhang Wei smiled and nodded: "That's right."

The old man didn't say anything more. He turned around and blew on the spoon a few times, then took a tentative sip and then stopped.

Zhang Wei also became nervous. He saw the corners of the old man's mouth trembling slightly...

Two seconds later, the old man moved closer to the spoon and drank again, and then... He never stopped, he just stood by the pot, drinking the porridge one spoon at a time.

Upon seeing this, Sister Wang hurriedly fetched a bowl and brought it to the old man. However, she seemed to have disturbed the old man and was frightened back by his cold "no".

When Sister Wang passed by Zhang Wei, she gave the bowl to Zhang Wei and pouted at the old man, signaling Zhang Wei to send it over.

Zhang Wei hesitated while holding the bowl. Even though the old man was just drinking porridge, he stood up straight. He looked like a ferocious beast guarding food. He was so imposing that Zhang Wei didn't dare to disturb him...

Zhang Wei just stood there stupidly holding the bowl for almost five minutes. He was so stunned that Sister Wang was so angry that he didn't dare to go over.

After a while, the old man seemed to have almost finished drinking. He put down his spoon and turned around to see Zhang Wei standing behind him holding a bowl. He immediately frowned and asked, "What are you doing, begging for food?"

Zhang Wei hurriedly handed the bowl to the old man: "Old man, I just want to..."

The old man's face was serious: "What are you thinking about? You may have cooked this porridge, but it's not your share... Go, go, go out and stay."

In the end, Zhang Wei was driven out of the kitchen by the old man's cold eyes, and he even forgot to put down the bowl in his hand.

When he came to the living room, Zhang Wei saw that Mr. Wan had come back, and Mr. Xin was also there. He, Lao Hu and Ruan Xiaoling were drinking tea and chatting with the old lady.

Seeing Zhang Wei come out of the kitchen with a droopy face and a clean empty bowl, Lao Hu immediately waved to Zhang Wei: "Come and sit."

Zhang Wei walked over, placed the empty bowl on the coffee table, and sat down next to Lao Hu.

Before anyone could say anything, the old lady asked first: "What? The porridge is not to the old man's taste, so he kicked you out?"

Zhang Wei shook his head, nodded again, and sighed: "I was kicked out by the old man... However, I tasted the porridge, and it should be quite good. I have performed beyond my level."

"Then why did my dad kick you out? Did you make the old man angry?" Mr. Wan asked in confusion.

Zhang Wei tapped the empty bowl on the coffee table with his chin: "When I saw the old man scooping the porridge directly from the pot and drinking it, I wanted to hand the bowl to the old man, but the old man thought I wanted to share his porridge and drank it, so he chased me away.

Come out."

"It's true that the older you get, the younger you get. It's as if you've never had porridge..." The old lady had a cold face, got up, picked up the empty bowl on the coffee table, and went to the kitchen. She probably went to criticize the old man.

A few minutes later, the old lady accompanied the old man and came out of the kitchen. The old man's eye sockets were red and he was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand.

"Old man, come here and sit down." Lao Hu quickly pulled Zhang Wei to stand up and gave up the sofa to the other two elders.

The old man was not polite, he came over and sat down, angrily put the porridge on the coffee table, and said to his wife: "Sit down and drink, and let me see what you mean by eating."

When everyone saw that the old man was losing his temper with the old lady, no one dared to say anything.

The old lady was unhappy when she heard that. She turned to Mr. Wan and said, "Dr. Bing, you are judging Mom. You said that your dad was alone in the kitchen, scooping porridge directly from the pot and drinking it.

Wiping away tears, I said a few words to him, but he still got angry with me..."

"Pah!" the old man slapped the table and said, "You are the only one who talks a lot!"

The old lady turned her head, not looking at the old man, and stopped talking. She felt sulky all by herself.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why are you angry with Mom...Mom, don't be angry with Dad. Dad has such a bad temper. It's not like you haven't known it for so many years..." Mr. Wan saw this and said,

I quickly persuaded the two elders.

…

After staying at Mr. Wan's house for about half an hour, Mr. Wan, Lao Hu, and Zhang Wei were kicked out by the old man. Even the big cardboard box that Lao Hu carried in was ordered to be taken away by the old man.

After leaving the villa, Lao Hu put the large cardboard box into the trunk of Mr. Wan's car.

"Brother Wan, I specially asked someone to get a box of wine. I knew the old man was a good person so I sent it here. I didn't expect that it made the old man angry." Lao Hu said a little aggrievedly.

Mr. Wan opened the cardboard box and took a look inside, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the old man just retired this year, and I feel like I can't change my mind at the moment..."

After chatting for a while, Mr. Wan learned that several people hadn’t eaten yet, and he and Mr. Xin didn’t eat either, so he suggested that they all go out for a drink together. He even took a bottle of wine out of the big carton and said with a smile that it was a good idea.

The old man's revenge for kicking him out in the middle of the night.

Mr. Wan called and booked a private room at the nearby Hongxinglong Restaurant.

When several people arrived, the female manager of the restaurant was already waiting at the gate. She looked to be in her thirties and was wearing a formal dress. She was a graceful older beauty.

As soon as Mr. Wan's car arrived, she immediately greeted him, personally led several people into the private room on the second floor, fetched an exquisite menu, and came to Mr. Wan's side.

After a few people were seated, the female manager bowed and handed the menu to Mr. Wan: "Mr. Wan, what would you like to eat today?"

Mr. Wan took the menu, ordered a few dishes at random, and then pushed the menu to Lao Hu: "Lao Hu, what do you want to add?"

Lao Hu was not polite. He didn't even look at the menu and directly added two big dishes. He was obviously a regular customer here.

After ordering the food, Mr. Wan asked the female manager to get three sets of wine dispensers. When Lao Hu removed the packaging of the bottle of wine he brought, revealing the white porcelain bottle inside, Zhang Wei looked like Maotai.

But I'm not sure because this bottle is obviously much higher than the Moutai bottles sold on the market.

Lao Hu filled three wine dispensers, poured a separate cup and gave it to Mr. Wan.

"Brother Wan, how about you try the two pounds of special food and see if it suits the old man's taste."

Mr. Wan took the wine glass, smelled it first, then took another sip, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the thirty-year-old two-pound bottle is a special offer." He put down the wine cup and said to Lao Hu with a smile: "Old Hu.

Hu, it seems that you have put a lot of effort into getting this wine."

Lao Hu smiled and said, "Brother Wan, what you said is out of context. Seeing that you are worried about the old man's affairs, I can't do anything to help you. I can only help get some food and drink, which is nothing."

."

"Lao Hu, it's good that you have such a heart... The old man just has some free time and always thinks about the past things when he has nothing to do. I can see that the old man is very satisfied with the porridge today, and I have to thank you very much for that."

"Brother Wan, it's just a matter of a few bottles of wine and a few kilograms of millet. Without me, Xiao Hu, there would still be Mr. Xin. I have taken the credit from Mr. Xin this time. I guess Mr. Xin is complaining about me in his heart.

"

Mr. Xin rolled his eyes at Lao Hu: "This is not entirely your fault. At most, you and Zhang Wei are half of it. It seems that Zhang Wei bought this millet."

Old Hu laughed and said, "That's right, Mr. Xin, if you want to complain, just blame this fat man. It was him who bought millet before you, causing you to lose the chance to show off in front of the old man."

Hearing what Lao Hu said, Zhang Wei also understood a little and asked Lao Hu in a low voice: "Brother Hu, Mr. Xin also asked someone to go to Zhangqiu to buy millet?"

"Mr. Xin doesn't have anyone to rely on. She originally planned to go to Zhangqiu herself after finishing her work in Jinan. I didn't expect you to move very quickly, so I just mentioned it to you casually, and you got it done right away.

Already."
To be continued...