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Chapter 690 689 Let more people have a bite of noodles
It was already noon when Wu Haiyang received the letter. After lunch, he opened the letter, glanced through it, and smiled.

Based on Wu Haiyang's understanding of his younger brother, he did not think that Tang Zhitong was not thoughtful enough. The reason why he suggested that Lu Lixian participate at this time was that he must have discovered an opportunity. As for whether he would participate or not, he had to go back and ask Doctor Lu.

Doctor Lu is now sticking to the child all day long, but I don’t know if she can be so cruel.

Because his workplace was far from home, Wu Haiyang returned to Wukesong later than Tang Zhitong.

Zhang Ye saw Wu Haiyang coming back, then he packed up and went out: "Brother Wu, the rice is in the pot, and I have fried the vegetables. If you think it's cold, just heat it up later."

"Okay, thank you." Wu Haiyang nodded in response. He was very satisfied with the nanny introduced by Tang Zhitong. She had active eyes, busy hands, and learned quickly.

In the beginning, she was only responsible for washing her son's diapers, cleaning the house, and helping to wash clothes for both of them. Now she cooks, prepares meals, and helps take care of the children, and she does everything well.

The couple were not demanding people and had told Zhang Ye many times that he should just help take care of the children and not do the laundry for them. However, even though Zhang Ye had promised them in person, he refused to change and still did the laundry.

After so many times, the two of them stopped talking about it.

"Anzi wrote me a letter today, saying that he wanted to invent something and asked if you wanted to participate." After Zhang Ye left, Wu Haiyang closed the door, turned and walked into the bedroom, first took out the letter and handed it to Lu Lixian, then bent down to tease his son.

"Call me daddy." Wu Haiyang used the tips of his fingers to touch his son's chubby little face. He couldn't get enough of looking at his adorable face.

Wu Hanguang is still very young, so of course he can't cry, but that doesn't stop him from interacting with Wu Haiyang. He lies on the bed, waving his arms, kicking his legs, and laughing happily.

"Come, let daddy hug you." Wu Haiyang took off his coat and threw the clothes on the bed. Then he gently lifted his son's neck with his left hand, took the opportunity to reach down with his right hand, pulled out his left hand and placed it under his son's buttocks, and with a force of his arms, he picked up his son.

Wu Hanguang was very happy when he was picked up, and he grinned and hummed. Wu Haiyang paced in the bedroom, patting his son's back with his left hand as he walked, and his mouth was not idle either, clicking his tongue to make his son happy.

Wu Haiyang performed this move smoothly. Who would have thought that he didn't dare to touch his son just a month ago?

After Lu Lixian finished reading the letter, she looked up and saw this scene of loving father and filial son. She couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "I want to go, you can't stop me."

"Look what you said. I was worried that you couldn't let go of the child." As the head of the family, Wu Haiyang had already decided to support his daughter-in-law's decision, whether to go or not, but he didn't expect Dr. Lu to be so sure.

"You have to let it go even if you can't. Whose children are not children? Xiao Wang has just seen one case. I have seen many at work. Every time I see one, I feel a little sad. Now Anzi said there is a way and there is a place for me to be used. I can't let him down." Lu Lixian remembered the teacher's private teachings:

It is right for doctors to have a kind heart, but they also need to have a strong heart, because there are too many diseases that cannot be cured by medicine. If your heart is not strong enough, you will easily collapse after seeing too many diseases.

It is better to read something once than to hear it a thousand times.

At the beginning, Lu Lixian thought she had a strong heart and would not be moved by external things. But when she was on the construction site two years ago, she could not forget the rural women and children who came to the construction site for medical treatment. They had it so hard!

Later, when I got married and became pregnant, I felt even more deeply. As the baby in my belly grew older, Lu Lixian couldn't bear to look at the premature babies at work. They were too pitiful...

"Okay, go if you want to. Xiaoguang can't do without you right now. How about I talk to your company and we change houses?" Wu Haiyang glanced at his son. The little guy has a big appetite now. He eats when he wakes up and sleeps after eating. He is not awake very often.

"No need to change. What good houses can there be out there? I'll just take a few more steps." Although she knew that her husband was worried about her, Lu Lixian decisively shook her head and refused. Now they lived in an apartment building which was not small in size. There were good houses in the city, but with her husband's current status, it was not his turn at all. She could only change to a worse one. What's more, not everyone could live here, and it was difficult to change houses.

"If you feed him in the morning, you should feed him at noon, right? The hospital is not close to home, and you spend all your time on the road." Although Wu Haiyang didn't want to change, he couldn't bear to let his son go hungry as soon as Doctor Lu went to work.

"I can express the milk early in the morning and ask Xiao Zhang to come over and scald the milk before feeding the baby. Xiao Zhang is making great progress now, and I believe she can take good care of Xiao Guang." As a local doctor, Lu Lixian knows more. This is a solution, but it will make the child suffer as he won't be able to eat fresh food all day long. But everything has trade-offs and it's difficult to have both.

"What about commuting? The same as before you had confinement?" Wu Haiyang wanted to let Dr. Lu go home at noon, but there were two bicycles in the family, one of which was currently ridden by Zhang Ye, and he had to ride the other one. So Dr. Lu would have no way to come back, unless he took the bus, but the current bus conditions were not ideal.

Perhaps because he was hungry, or perhaps because he sensed the hard days that were about to come, Wu Hanguang began to cry restlessly in his father's arms.

There are only three reasons why a child cries: he has urinated or defecated, he is hungry, or he is sleepy.

Lu Lixian placed the letter on the bedside, reached out to take her son and put him on the bed, checked his diaper, which was clean, and then began to unbutton his clothes: "Let's make do with this for now. Write to Anzi and ask what you need me to do and when to start, so that I can be prepared."

"Okay." Wu Haiyang agreed reluctantly and glanced at Doctor Lu. Expressing the milk in advance was also a solution.

The wife knows it well. Although the granary is not big, the output is not small, otherwise it would be impossible to feed her son so plump.

As an older young man who is not superficial, Wu Haiyang was attracted to Lu Lixian not because of her figure or academic qualifications, but because of Dr. Lu's heart.

When he was at the construction site, Wu Haiyang still remembers that Lv Lixian treated villagers from nearby villages in the scorching heat.

The patients were young and old, male and female. Lu Lixian was busy from morning to night, sometimes even forgetting to eat, but she never complained.

I once saw her cry, and after asking her I found out that she was crying because she felt too sympathetic towards the patients, not because she was tired.

Some of the medical students who were invited together couldn't stand it and went back, while others were picky and critical of the patients.

Comparing the two, Wu Haiyang felt more and more that Lu Lixian was a kind-hearted doctor.

It was precisely because of this that Wu Haiyang was moved.

Just like this incident, from beginning to end, Lu Lixian never mentioned any contribution or progress. She just felt sorry for the premature babies and wanted to help them and save more lives.

Lv Lixian didn't care, but Wu Haiyang had to worry about it. He loved his wife, so when he wrote back to Tang Zhitong, he not only wrote down the issues that Lv Lixian was concerned about, but also wrote down his own issues, such as how long Lv Lixian would need to cooperate with him, whether he needed to stay in the hospital all the time, and if she stayed in the hospital for a long time, he would have to consider changing rooms, etc.

When Wu Haiyang wrote the letter, Tang Zhitong had already prepared the feast. The pheasant was stewed by Tang Zhitong, and the canned food and wine were prepared by Luo Qingquan.

"Uncle Luo, let me steam some steamed buns first." Although Henan Province has only recently become a major grain-producing province, the people's staple food has always been mainly pasta. Tang Zhitong saw steamed buns in the kitchen, so he mentioned them.

"No, let's eat noodles tonight. The soup you made is delicious. After we finish drinking, we'll cook some noodles and pour some soup on them. It's delicious just thinking about it." Luo Qingquan grabbed Tang Zhitong and pressed him on the chair.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong was not as enthusiastic about noodles as Luo Qingquan, but he could understand that in Henan Province, one-third of the noodles were steamed buns, and the rest were all various kinds of noodles.

After Tang Zhitong sat down, he poured wine for Luo Qingquan first.

Everyone knows that Shandong Province has a strong drinking culture, but Henan Province is not bad either.

In the past, when people in Henan Province entertained guests, the host would first pour three cups for the guests, and only proceed to the next step after the guests had finished drinking these three cups.

It is said that this practice is due to the fact that the people are too poor and can hardly drink wine throughout the year. If there is wine, it must be given to the guests first. This is an outward expression of hospitality.

The wine was good, and the food was good, but the two of them drank casually and chatted while they drank.

From the hospital's perspective, Luo Qingquan briefly talked about the hospital's routine treatment methods for premature babies.

Tang Zhitong asked the hospital about its concerns about incubators from the manufacturer's perspective.

Although Luo Qingquan had never seen the "box" that Tang Zhitong was talking about, as a doctor, he believed that it needed to meet requirements such as stable operation, low failure rate, easy maintenance, and easy to see and operate.

Tang Zhitong took Luo Qingquan's opinion very seriously. He took out a pen and paper from his bag and remembered to take it seriously.

Seeing Tang Zhitong's seriousness, Luo Qingquan thought about accepting him as his disciple again, but he didn't say anything this time. Three times the limit is a sure thing, and the young man in front of him already had a better development path. If he said it out loud, it would be annoying.

After talking about business and family matters, Luo Qingquan talked about the hardships in the past, not only the grassland crossing he himself participated in, but also the famine that occurred in his hometown in 1942. His relatives in his hometown also died that year.

It happened more than ten years ago. Luo Qingquan mentioned it but didn't seem very sad.

Afterwards, the two of them had almost finished eating, and Luo Qingquan said he wanted to go make noodles: "You're not full yet? Wait, I'll go make noodles."

"Uncle Luo, I'm full, don't eat any more." These days, no one has much left over. They have pheasant and canned food as a base. Tang Zhitong felt that Luo Qingquan would not take the food even if he left the food coupons, so he politely declined.

"That won't do. I have to let you taste my cooking skills since you've come here." Luo Qingquan disagreed and insisted on his own opinion. He not only cooked noodles, but also took out a head of garlic. "If you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be half gone. Don't just sit there and pick up a head of garlic."

What else could Tang Zhitong do? Of course he obeyed.

"You are young and have a big appetite, so eat more." After the noodles were cooked, Luo Qingquan served Tang Zhitong a full bowl and only had half a bowl for himself.

Tang Zhitong was about to try to be humble, but Luo Qingquan saw through it and stopped him: "Just treat this as your own home. I can still afford this little bit of noodles. If you don't have enough after you finish eating, I'll give you more."

Luo Qingquan had said so much, Tang Zhitong couldn't refuse anymore. He poured two spoonfuls of chicken soup on Luo Qingquan, poured some on himself as well, picked up the bowl and started to eat.

Luo Qingquan ate slowly, but watched Tang Zhitong eat happily. He ate a mouthful of noodles and a bite of garlic, smiling happily: "In your mother's and my hometown, there are many ways to cook noodles, such as soup noodles, noodles with sauce, noodles with stew, fried noodles, braised noodles, stewed noodles, stir-fried noodles, pulled noodles, noodles with starch, and noodles with paste, each with its own characteristics."

"Yeah, I've heard a little about it." Tang Zhitong responded while eating. He had hardly eaten Henan-style noodles here, but he had eaten quite a few before coming here, such as lo mein, ban mian, ban mian, fried braised noodles, etc. They all tasted pretty good.

"When Wenwen's father was alive, people couldn't get used to it, so Old Ye stopped making it. It seems that she hasn't made it in recent years. Her skill in making noodles is actually quite good." Luo Qingquan immediately reacted when Tang Zhitong said that he had heard of it, not eaten it.

"Hehe, maybe my mother is busy with work and can't take care of it." Tang Zhitong smiled. He didn't know why Ye Zhijuan didn't make noodles anymore.

"Isn't it all thanks to you that she's so busy? I've heard her talk about you. You're so young, but it's not simple, it's not simple." Luo Qingquan finished his noodles, put down the bowl, and said with emotion.

"It was a matter of chance and destiny, and I just had to say a few words. Most of the work was done by my mother coordinating with other units. I don't deserve such praise from Uncle Luo." Tang Zhitong finished the whole bowl of noodles, wiped his mouth, and said.

"Hey~ Don't underestimate yourself. I am very optimistic about you. I hope you can make more inventions, earn more foreign exchange, and let more people have food to eat." Luo Qingquan said this with a bit of earnestness.

"Uncle Luo, I will do my best." Tang Zhitong was stunned for a moment before nodding in agreement. Luo Qingquan was thinking of using foreign exchange to buy grain!

From the time Tang Zhitong entered the house to the time Tang Zhitong left the house, Luo Qingquan did not mention anything about the letter, but the last thing he said showed that he had not forgotten his fellow villagers.

The reason why Tang Zhitong agreed was not only because of the repeated accumulation of positions and the pressure of his job, but also because there were people like Luo Qingquan who had experienced the tempering of war, maintained their beliefs after taking up leadership positions, did not forget their original intentions, and had the people in their hearts!

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Tang Zhitong came out of Luo Qingquan's house and rode his bicycle slowly towards home.

There were still sporadic lights in the nearby courtyards, but the street lights on both sides of the road had long been turned off. The shadows of the poplar trees on the side of the road were stretched out long by the moonlight, and when the wind blew, they made a rustling sound, which was a bit creepy.

Poplar trees are not common in the old city. The main greening tree species in the urban area are Sophora japonica, while the main tree species in the west of the city are poplar trees.

It is said that these poplar trees were introduced from abroad, and their fast growth ability is valued, in the hope that they will play an important role in the protection of the Three Norths.

Tang Zhitong was not sure whether it would work, but looking at the rows of poplar trees, Tang Zhitong could imagine that "snowflakes" would fall here in a while.

Poplar fluff is not very popular. Not only does it stick to your head and clothes, it can also easily cause allergies, which is very annoying.

(End of this chapter)