Five hundred and eighty-six Asking for a certain secret recipe
Rumors spread quickly, and in just one afternoon, everyone in the courtyard knew about it.
Uncle Zhao, who went to work right after dinner, didn't know that this matter had been spread. When he got off work in the evening, he just felt that something was wrong with the way people in the courtyard looked at him.
Every time I passed by a crowd, they would always gather together and whisper.
And when he turned around to look over, he would stop talking, as if nothing had happened.
All this made Uncle Zhao feel a little nervous. After returning to the house, he found the old lady's mirror and carefully looked at himself inside.
The clothes are not worn outside, and there is nothing else on them.
There's nothing wrong with that.
What on earth are those people talking about?
Just when Uncle Zhao was confused about this, he suddenly found that his sons looked at him differently.
Things were getting weirder and weirder. The people's whispers behind his back and their eyes looking up and down made him feel nervous.
When eating that night, Uncle Zhao couldn't bear it any longer. He looked at his sons who were not secretly looking at him, put down the chopsticks in his hands, and asked with a straight face: "What are you looking at?"
If you have something to say, why do you look like this?"
"Dad, I..." The sons looked at me, then at you, and then glanced at their mother who was still eating next to them. They hesitated for a long time without saying one, two, three or four.
Seeing the looks of his sons, Uncle Zhao became a little anxious. He slammed the table and said loudly: "We are all one family. Is there anything we need to hide?"
Aunt Zhao, who was eating next to her, saw the way her son was looking at her and put down her job: "Why are you looking at me? Does this have anything to do with me?"
Seeing his parents staring directly at him, the eldest son, who couldn't bear the pressure, gritted his teeth, rubbed his neck and persuaded: "Dad, you are not young anymore, you should take care of your health."
"What do you mean by this?" Uncle Zhao was confused by his eldest son's sudden words.
Is there something wrong with his body? Why does his son say this?
Aunt Zhao also looked nervous like Uncle Zhao, as if she wanted to see through his clothes what was wrong with his body?
Under the eyes of the whole family, the son-in-law told the rumors he had heard.
After hearing the cause and effect, Uncle Zhao and his wife were numb, and Aunt Zhao even looked embarrassed and annoyed.
She was just asking why the people who were washing vegetables outside looked at her wrong today? It turns out that this is what happened.
This, this, this... how can she go out to meet people in the future?
Uncle Zhao even said angrily: "Who said this? How can you make it up? When will your mother and I..."
Seeing the looks from his sons, Uncle Zhao swallowed back the rest of his words.
However, in my heart I took out Feng Laoliu and beat him up several times, telling him to talk nonsense and telling him to talk nonsense.
After warning his sons not to believe whatever others say, he told the elder to go back to the room in a hurry.
On the way to work the next day, Uncle Zhao heard countless rumors about himself, among which the version told by his eldest son yesterday was the most widely circulated.
After walking to the workshop, even the old colleagues in the factory looked at him with strange and meaningful eyes. From time to time, they would secretly glance down at his waist and sigh with "tsk, tsk".
Being looked at like that by so many grown men, the uncle felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat and had goosebumps on his skin.
But he knew what these people were looking at, and he was very embarrassed about it.
He wanted to rush out and tell people that things were not like that, but he thought that after dinner last night, he was so angry that he ran to the yard to explain to people. Not only did it have no effect, but it became darker and darker.
Those people promised well with their mouths, but what they said behind their backs was even more outrageous.
He also said that he rushed to explain, so it must be true.
Just when Uncle Zhao was about to ignore everyone's gaze, an old worker who was about the same age as him put down his work and came next to him, looking at him with envy and sighing from time to time: "I said
You are really amazing, you are still able to do it at such an old age.
I can't do it anymore. I have been exhausted for several years.
For this reason, your siblings have given me a lot of looks."
After complaining, he secretly asked him: "Old Zhao, how do you take care of yourself? You can tell me and teach me. Don't worry, I will definitely not spread this matter."
The old worker expressed his envy and was not afraid of gossiping at all.
He didn't understand why Lao Zhao was angry?
He didn't know how proud he felt that those people in the rumors were turning into him.
To be able to be so good at such an old age is something that many men would not envy.
If it were him, he would be able to brag about himself in front of a group of old brothers without anyone else telling him.
In fact, he didn't really believe this at first. After all, Lao Zhao is not young anymore. How could he still be so strong and strong?
But the story spread more and more widely, and those people told them the time and address, and some people even said they heard it from the corner. One piece of evidence after another could not tolerate his disbelief.
After believing it, he became even more envious. At the same age, he was two years older than Lao Zhao. He had already died more than ten years ago, and the old woman complained a lot about this.
Why is Lao Zhao still so capable?
When he asked this question, the people around him also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear Uncle Zhao's maintenance methods.
Ahem, although they are still very good now, they are not against making themselves even better.
What's more important is that when they reach Master Zhao's age, they can be said to be old and strong.
Although I don’t have this scruple now, I always used it in the past.
Seeing the eagerness of everyone present, especially the young apprentices who were looking at him with bright eyes, Uncle Zhao was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Why are you not so serious and motivated when you usually study technology?
Uncle Zhao was really feeling bitter at this time and couldn't express it!
If this thing is true, they will just say it.
The key is that this thing is fake, he also wants to know how to maintain it.
Seeing that Uncle Zhao didn't say a word and looked at his colleague with dead fish eyes, he said with pity: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, forget it. It seems that I don't have this luck, old man!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present felt a sense of disappointment.
After everyone dispersed, the old colleague quietly came over and whispered: "Old Zhao and the others have left, you can talk now, we have been old friends for many years, if you even
If you don’t tell me this, that would be too uninteresting.”
