The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 434

Ding Xiaojun, Wang Zhiyong, and Zhang Ning had water in the cups in front of them, boiled water. The old man also knew that the three of them were not allowed to drink because of their work, so he didn't let the three of them drink with him.

"Eat, eat, eat more." The old man sandwiches big meat for Ding Xiaojun from time to time. Maybe, in his opinion, big meat is a good thing. However, Ding Xiaojun really can't eat it anymore, mainly because he keeps eating big meat. It was so greasy.

"Uncle, look, I really can't eat any more." Ding Xiaojun picked up the big meat in the bowl, looked up at the old man with a embarrassed face and said.

"It's not nice to call you uncle. Look, my son is over 40 years old. If it's based on age, you should call me grandpa." The old man looked at Ding Xiaojun and said kindly.

Ding Xiaojun looked at the old man's expectant face, then looked at Zhang Ning, seeing that Zhang Ning didn't care, so he said to the old man again: "Grandpa, I really can't eat meat anymore."

The old man smiled, very satisfied: "Then eat some food, this radish is not bad, your grandma made a big pot with her own hands, it is crispy and delicious."

Ding Xiaojun also saw that the old man really regarded himself as a junior, and he also knew very well that it would be too hypocritical to say those modest and polite words in front of such a simple and practical elder.

After thinking this through, Ding Xiaojun smiled and nodded at the old man, picked up the piece of radish that the old man was holding in the bowl, and chewed it carefully, only feeling that the radish was sour and sweet, very crisp and very chewy, indeed is delicious.

"It's so delicious, it's very tasty, the radish soaked by my aunt is really delicious, and the taste of this radish is better than any kind of radish I've ever eaten in my life. To be honest, it tastes like when I was a child, very rural. "Ding Xiaojun couldn't help admiring after eating the piece of radish.

Seeing Ding Xiaojun's praise, the old man couldn't help but beam with joy. He looked at Ding Xiaojun: "It's really delicious."

Ding Xiaojun nodded to the old man: "Well, it's really delicious, it's so delicious, I want to eat more."

After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the pickled radish on the middle plate. Seeing this, the old man smiled even wider. He got up and reached out to pick up the plate of pickled radish. It reached directly in front of Ding Xiaojun, removed the plate of vegetables in front of Ding Xiaojun, and placed the plate of radishes on the removed space.

"If you like to eat, eat more."

"Yeah!" Ding Xiaojun sighed, and then he concentrated on eating. Wang Zhiyong and Zhang Ning beside Ding Xiaojun looked at Ding Xiaojun's appearance, and couldn't help thinking, what's so delicious about this kimchi? Here, almost Every family will pickle radishes in winter, the main reason is to prepare for the lack of winter dishes. On the other hand, it is cold in the north, and the main vegetables in winter are more radishes and cabbage, and radishes cannot be kept for too long, otherwise, Just be generous.

The old man stopped eating and drinking, so he just watched Ding Xiaojun eat, maybe Ding Xiaojun was really hungry, and he forgot the occasion when he ate it, or maybe, eating pickled radish gave him a taste of his hometown, and he was lost all of a sudden .

"It seems that you really like pickled radishes." The old man said softly. When Ding Xiaojun, who was concentrating on eating, heard this, he immediately realized that it was an occasion for eating. He couldn't help but stop his chopsticks. At the beginning, I peeked at the three people on the table, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Seeing Ding Xiaojun's appearance, the three couldn't help laughing. Ding Xiaojun, who didn't know why, looked at Wang Zhiyong: "Team Leader Wang, is there something wrong with me?"

Wang Zhiyong pointed to the underside of his mouth. Seeing Wang Zhiyong's movement, Ding Xiaojun subconsciously reached out and wiped the underside of his mouth. Then, he wiped off a few rice grains. Seeing the rice grains he wiped off, Ding Xiaojun Can't help showing a smirk.

"Are you full?" Seeing that Ding Xiaojun stopped eating, the old man could not help but ask with a smile.

Ding Xiaojun looked at Zhang Ning and Wang Zhiyong, then at the old man, and said, "How should I say it is right?"

"Ha, ha, ha!" Zhang Ning and Wang Zhiyong suddenly laughed.

The old man was not angry either, he said to Ding Xiaojun kindly and jokingly: "Listen to what you said, if you are not full, then continue to eat, you are welcome."

Ding Xiaojun didn't dare to eat it, so he took a peek at Zhang Ning, who was also looking at him, before he could look away, Zhang Ning said with a smile: "Keep eating, you're welcome, there are a lot of pickled radishes at home. , I eat it every year, and I’ve been tired of eating it for a long time, if you want to eat it, you can eat more.”

"Then I'll eat it." While speaking, Ding Xiaojun picked up another piece of radish, and after bringing it to his mouth, he stopped again and said to the three people who stared at him with wide eyes: "You look at me like this, I was a little afraid to eat it, and my heart was a little hairy."

When the old man heard Ding Xiaojun's words, he glared at Zhang Ning and Wang Zhiyong: "You two don't eat, do you?"

"Eat, eat, eat immediately."

"Yes, just eat, I'm still hungry."

After Zhang Ning and Wang Zhiyong said something respectively, they buried their heads in eating. However, they still looked at Ding Xiaojun quietly to see if he was serious about eating this very ordinary pickled radish.

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"It's been a long time since there were so many laughter at home, but today it's very lively. Even though we can't go to the table, we don't know what the old men are laughing at." In the kitchen, Zhang Ning's mother and his sister sat in a small table. In front of the table, there are small bowls of the same meals as those on the Eight Immortals table in the living room, but the amount is very small.

"Auntie, we don't need to know what men are talking about. If they are happy, let them be happy, and we don't need to ask." The sister Yu said to Zhang Ning's mother with a small bowl of rice.

New Year's Eve, a day of national celebration, a day of family reunion, in previous years, Xiao Hei might have been watching the Spring Festival Gala, but this year's New Year's Eve, Xiao Hei didn't watch it, because Xiao Hei needed code words.

The festival that Xiao Hei fears the most is the Spring Festival. Since the day Xiao Hei left his hometown more than ten years ago, Xiao Hei has not been reunited with his family. Just over an hour ago, Xiao Hei’s father At that time, Xiao Hei was rushing to draft, so in order not to affect Xiao Hei's train of thought, Xiao Hei ruthlessly hung up the phone call from his father during the reunion night, which was either caring, missing, or nagging.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Xiao Hei still wants to send festive blessings at the end of the chapter, wishing everyone a happy Spring Festival. Finally, Xiao Hei recommends "There Is an Arsenal in My Heart" by a friend, the workshop director Lao Ge.

Finally, Xiaohei would like to say thank you, thank you for your support all the time, thank you!
(End of this chapter)