The luxurious Chinese-style courtyard has three levels inside and three levels outside.
One weight is heavier than the other, solemn and majestic.
The quaint atmosphere is comforting.
Just under the steps leading to the door, beside the Feng pool, Mr. Han was standing there waiting in his layered bottoms.
Chinese spring clothes are simple and unpretentious.
Tall body, red face.
His eyes were flashing with excitement.
The old man is still in good health.
The old man, personally greeting me, this is the extreme honor and touching feeling for a younger generation.
Song Sanxi and Han Fafa parked the car and got out.
Han Fafa even said in a low voice with displeasure: "Song Sanxi, you boy, you are so proud of your mother, and my father has to come to greet you in person."
What can Song Sanxi say?
Knowing that Han Fafa was unhappy with him.
He could only greet him with a smile on his face.
Over there, Mr. Han strode like the wind and had a cheerful voice.
"Haha! Little Song Zaizai, I miss my grandpa so much! You are so cold. What kind of wind brought you here today? Hahaha..."
While laughing loudly, he hugged Song Sanxi tightly and patted his back hard.
The level of intimacy really surprised the Korean House staff not far away.
Han Fafa next to him looked jealous.
You little bastard, do you still get this kind of treatment?
I remember that when my son Han Shengchao came back, his father had never been so excited!
Now, who is his grandson?
Song Sanxi felt quite comfortable.
"Grandpa Han, I have something to do in the provincial capital, and there is a patient who needs my help. It seems that I haven't seen you for a long time. It's strange that I came here uninvited out of panic!"
"Hahaha, okay, okay! You little bastard, you should come to grandpa more often! Come on, come on, don't stand around, come into the room and talk!"
"No, Grandpa Han, please wait in the old restaurant. I'll go to the kitchen to get the dishes out."
"Haha! That's okay! But I'll go to the kitchen with you. Let me tell you, after I came back from China, I set up a wood stove. It's very cold, and the dishes you cook don't have the same smell as those cooked by you.
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Like an old child, Mr. Han pulled Song Sanxi and dragged him towards the kitchen.
He wanted to see how Song Sanxi cooked.
The staff was helpless.
Han Fafa was also speechless and had no choice but to follow.
When we came to the kitchen, we saw that it was indeed a wood stove with new colors.
Song Sanxi looked at the materials and started to take action without saying much.
There are people who light fires.
There were originally people who cut vegetables.
However, Song Sanxi personally operated the knife and cut it beautifully with fancy knife skills.
Han Laoke got excited, picked up a small pony, sat there, and watched his performance with a smile.
From time to time, I would have a chat with him about Mr. Cui, Zhonghai, Song Sanxi's personal development and so on.
Song Sanxi naturally has her own way of chatting, and the atmosphere is very good.
Han Fafa and several staff members could only listen and nod in cooperation from time to time.
He even laughed from time to time. Because Song Sanxi was so humorous, Mr. Han laughed out loud. How could they not laugh along with him?
Finally, Song Sanxi started cooking.
The technique, the ingredients, and the bursting aroma made everyone's mouth water.
The whole courtyard was filled with an intoxicating smell.
The smell even carried with the wind and could be smelled even at sniper positions in the mountains, making me salivate.
In the nearly 20 years since it was built, Han Lao's retirement home has never tasted such delicious food.
Mr. Han is also interesting.
Just ask someone to bring the table, bring the wine, and sit down in the kitchen.
While Song Sanxi was frying, she drank wine, ate vegetables and chatted with him.
Han Fafa and several staff members were all dumbfounded.
But you can also have the pleasure of eating with your company in front of you, good wine and hot food, and feel comfortable eating.
The dishes are exquisite and fragrant. Song Sanxi's portions are controlled and no food is wasted.
One dish after another was presented one after another.
Drink glass after glass of wine slowly.
As a result, this is how food is cooked and eaten.
Once I eat, I eat until almost ten o'clock in the evening.
Song Sanxi cooks and cooks until nine o'clock.
Surprisingly, after cooking more than thirty dishes, the dishes were all different.
All the staff in the kitchen were shocked and admired greatly!
This is enough to eat and drink enough.
Mr. Han was a little drunk and said he would not eat the late night snack. Today, I have eaten the most since I came back from China. Xiao Song Zaizai, let’s go and accompany grandpa to the yard for a walk.
Song Sanxi naturally followed him.
At this time, Han Fafa just stayed with him silently.
The Chinese-style courtyard is beautiful at night and the lighting is quite good.
The fragrant flowers and plants, the rockery and the fish pond are all art.
"Little Song Zaizai, when you come to the provincial capital this time, please stay with grandpa for a few more days!"
"Grandpa Han, I would like to! However, the patient needs to be treated, and Zhonghai has other things to be busy with, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."
"Well, being busy is a good thing. Young people can't do everything in one day. Can you stay for three days? Three days is always ok?"
Old man, I can't bear to leave this boy.
Song Sanxi thought about it and said: "I can make breakfast and lunch for Grandpa Han tomorrow. But tomorrow afternoon, I have to deliver medicine to a patient and have to leave. In the evening, it is the patient's birthday, so I also agreed to help make it.
For dinner.”
Han Fafa couldn't help but say something to the side, "What kind of patient is so important, more important than my dad? You guy, if I ask you to stay a few more days, just stay a few more days!"
Mr. Han glared at his son, "You know what the heck! The patient is the weak, and I am the strong! Xiao Song Zaizai has already promised to others, can he regret it? It is right for us men to keep our promises when doing things! Not the old Han family
I, the King of Heaven, do not want to be special!”
Han Fa was really depressed.
I really want to slap myself in the face.
It's really embarrassing to be scolded in front of a gadget like Song Sanxi again.
He secretly thought, I really need to ask later, what kind of patient is so important?
Song Sanxi nodded, "Thank you, Grandpa Han, for understanding. Your old style and quality are a model for our younger generations to learn from."
"Hahaha... you little brat, don't praise me, hehe..."
"..."
Overall, it was a pleasant evening.
The old man took a walk for a while, sat on a wooden bench, and beat his waist. He was a little tired.
Seeing this, Han Fafa said: "Dad, why don't you go back to your room first, take a shower, soak your feet, and rest early! You have such a waist, so be careful!"
"Haha, it's okay. I'm old and injured, and my neck is buried in dirt. Let's chat with Xiao Song..."
Song Sanxi heard the problem and quickly said: "Grandpa Han, is there an injury on your waist? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Han Fafa said: "My dad's waist injury was left on the battlefield. Some of the shrapnel cannot be removed, and there is no way to remove it. It will damage the nerves and paralyze the person. The top experts in the country have consulted many times.
, there is no way. When the seasons change, it will hurt."
Song Sanxi understood what he heard and nodded, "It sounds like there is no way to perform surgery, but it may not be impossible. Well, can I check Grandpa Han now and see the film of Grandpa Han's back injury?"
Mr. Han's eyes lit up, "Huh? Little Zaizai, what do you want to do?"
Han Fafa said coldly: "What does he want to do? He just wants to perform an operation on you to show off his medical skills!"
After saying that, he said to Song Sanxi: "You kid, don't think about this kind of thing. Not everyone can do my dad's surgery. If you want to do it, you need the consent and approval of the big shots in Yanjing. They can do it."