yournovel Chapter 140 The young man is getting more and more handsome!
Chapter 140 The young man is getting more and more handsome!
Chapter 140 The young man is getting more and more handsome!
Lao Yu, a respected high school grade director.
He is a language teacher who imparts knowledge and skills to students outside, and a skilled fish butcher at home.
With a swift and decisive stroke, the knife sliced open the carp's belly, and as the incision opened, a pool of pale yellow roe overflowed like flowing gold.
In early winter, carp carrying eggs are a rare sight.
Old Yu casually removed the fish's gall bladder and said with a chuckle, "Lucky me, this carp has a huge clump of roe!"
Carp usually feed on decaying matter at the bottom of the water like pigs. In the south, they don't have a dormant period, so they grow quickly. Their flesh is coarse and has a strong earthy taste, making them unsuitable for southerners' tables. They're the kind of fish that people wouldn't even accept if given away for free.
Only carp roe can be considered a good thing; it is a rare delicacy among freshwater fish roe.
At this moment, Yu Huan was sitting upright on a small stool, with his back to Lao Yu, intently scraping fish scales with the back of a knife.
Hearing Lao Yu's joyful voice, he immediately turned around, his eyes shining: "Keep all the crucian carp offal too, let Mom make a fish offal hot pot!"
"Great idea!" Old Yu readily agreed, carefully scooping out the fish roe, which was so full that it took both hands to hold it.
The sky was just beginning to darken.
Ms. Wu was busy preparing dishes in the kitchen. Looking out the glass window at the gradually darkening scenery, she quickly put down her work and came out to turn on the light bulbs in the backyard for them.
With a soft "click," the old-fashioned tungsten filament bulb lit up, and the dim light instantly dispelled the gloom, making everything before Yu Huan bright and clear.
A few moments.
After cleaning the fish, the father and son didn't rinse it first. They threw the fish directly into a basin and marinated it with an appropriate amount of salt. This marinating time should not be too long, otherwise the fish meat will lose its firmness, have a bad taste, and easily become smelly.
When the weather clears up and the sun shines brightly, wash the fish clean and put them outside to dry in the sun.
Old Yu cleaned the fish offal and carried it into the kitchen.
Yu Huan picked up the hose and rinsed the cement floor, finishing up the final touches.
The old man, having just finished his bath, came to the backyard looking refreshed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Ms. Wu teaches physics and is very organized. Everything was ready in the kitchen. Once the fish offal was handed to her, she quickly cooked it up in just ten minutes.
Then, she called everyone to eat.
Old Yu serves the rice, and Yu Huan holds the bowl.
The old man sat down at the table early, poured himself half a glass of grain liquor, and at Lao Yu's insistence, poured him half a glass as well.
Under the bright incandescent light, the four of them sat around a table and began to enjoy a large pot of fish offal hot pot.
Old Yu seemed unusually excited today. He was drinking and smoking, and he even started chatting with the old man who usually didn't talk to him.
The conversation flowed freely, and he told the old man in detail about Lin Yourong's family situation, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
Not only is Yu Huan's father-in-law about to take office as the editor-in-chief of Jiangnan Morning Post, but his mother-in-law is also a cadre of Hunan Tobacco Company. Both of them are high-ranking leaders.
The old man slapped his thigh repeatedly, saying that Yu Huan, his good grandson, had found a good granddaughter-in-law.
When the topic turned to Lin Yourong herself, the old man's curiosity was completely ignited, and he pressed her for details about her work.
Seeing Lao Yu's flushed, drunken face, and how he could barely speak coherently, Teacher Wu quickly kicked his leg under the table to remind him to watch his words.
In the afternoon, Teacher Wu had instructed Lao Yu to find an opportunity to mention Yu Huan and Lin Yourong's situation to the old man. He wanted to subtly hint at it, taking advantage of the old man's tendency to be a chatterbox.
Those who know him well know that the old man never lies. It's just that after he's had a few drinks and done some artistic embellishment, those flowery truths sound like he's just bragging.
After careful consideration, the couple felt that the phrase "climbing the social ladder" sounded better than "marrying a rich woman."
Teacher Wu didn't even know which vicious, gossipy woman had spread the rumor that the rich woman her son was dating was already over forty.
The daughter-in-law is so beautiful, but she can't be shown off in front of others. To be honest, Teacher Wu is really a little upset.
However, you must not mention it to the old man, especially not to his affair with the surname Lin, let alone sensitive topics like secret marriage.
However, under the influence of alcohol, Lao Yu's mouth seemed to be somewhat out of control.
Startled by Mr. Wu's kick, Lao Yu snapped back to reality. Even though his brain was numbed by alcohol, he realized that he might have said a bit too much.
He quickly turned his pleading gaze to Yu Huan.
Yu Huan had just shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth when she nodded, preparing to use her usual excuse, and mumbled, "She works at a media company..."
The words had barely begun to be spoken.
Suddenly, a hurried shout came from the main room: "Teacher Yu! Is Teacher Yu home?"
Old Yu quickly raised his head and replied, "Yes, I'm eating in the back!"
A thin man, hearing the sound, slowly walked through the main room and into the backyard.
His eyes scanned the surroundings, finally settling on the light in a nearby annex.
He quickly stepped inside. Seeing that they were eating, the few wrinkles on his face smoothed out, revealing a friendly smile.
He greeted Lao Yu warmly, "Teacher Yu, are you eating?"
Old Yu finished picking at the cilantro in his bowl, still chewing, and hurriedly stood up, walked around the table to the door, and offered him a cigarette: "Brother Tan, what do you need me for?"
“It’s like this,” the thin man, who looked to be about fifty, took the cigarette, tucked it behind his right ear, and explained his purpose to Old Yu. “Teacher Yu, as you know, my son is getting married tomorrow and we’re going to have a banquet in town. We were going to ask his cousin to write the guestbook, but his cousin has a kidney stone attack and has to be hospitalized. We don’t have any other relatives in the family who can write well, so we’re asking you for help out.”
Old Yu, a retired Chinese language teacher, was a renowned expert in writing gift lists in the town. Even strangers would ask him to write their lists, not to mention that Old Yu called this person "Brother Tan."
They were either from the village or the next village, so they obviously had a good relationship.
Yu Huan listened from the side, already used to such things, and continued eating her meal.
As Old Tan spoke, he rummaged in his pocket, his gaze suddenly falling on Yu Huan, who was engrossed in eating. He praised, "Your son's back? Wow, the young man's getting more and more handsome!"
He knows Yu Huan, but Yu Huan doesn't know him; that's normal.
Because in the past, when Yu Huan went out, he mostly looked at the ground when walking and rarely looked up at people.
"Yes."
Old Yu smiled and pressed the lighter, lighting the cigarette he was holding in his mouth.
After a brief exchange, Old Tan pulled out two packs of "Harmony Brings Wealth" cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Old Yu, saying, "Teacher Yu, thank you for your help."
Seeing this, Lao Yu did not immediately take the cigarette that Lao Tan offered.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "The students I'm teaching this year are in their final year of high school, and it's the end of the semester right now. I'm going to give them extra lessons tomorrow morning..."
He glanced at Yu Huan, who was engrossed in eating, and then offered a suggestion: "How about this, Brother Tan, let my son write it; it'll be the same."
In the past, Lao Yu would never have said that.
Yu Huan is an introverted person, and the idea of him writing a gift register, something that requires him to show his face in public, was simply unthinkable. But now that he's in a relationship, it's like he's been reborn; he's become much more confident and outgoing.
Upon hearing Lao Yu's suggestion, Lao Tan hesitated for a moment, scrutinizing Yu Huan's handsome young face, and felt a little skeptical.
He asked somewhat hesitantly, "Is your son's writing good?"
Old Yu smiled and said confidently, "His handwriting is no worse than mine. My son is a Chinese literature major and works at a newspaper after graduation. Do you think he can't write well?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but scratch his head, wondering what was wrong with these two people. Why didn't they even ask him if he agreed?
However, after a little consideration...
Is your surname Tan?
Yu Huan suddenly remembered something: "Uncle, your son's name isn't Tan Zhiyuan, is it?"
Old Tan was taken aback: "You two know each other?"
Yu Huan smiled immediately and did not deny it.
After he finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and said without any modesty, "Uncle, don't worry, I'll definitely be able to write the gift register."
Seeing his confident look, Lao Tan hurriedly stuffed a "May You Prosper" cigarette into Lao Yu's pocket, saying, "Xiao Yu, then I'll have to trouble you."
It was originally given to Lao Yu. We can't just take it back and give it to his son when we hear that someone else is going to take over, can we?
Old Yu did not refuse and accepted it readily.
"Young man, do you smoke?" Old Tan looked at Yu Huan, and seeing him shake his head with a smile, he quickly said, "Then I'll give you a red envelope tomorrow!"
"It was nothing," Yu Huan waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite.
Old Tan's worries have finally been put to rest.
After politely offering the old man and Lao Yu another cigarette, he left Yu Huan's phone number and then left with light steps.
With the auspicious date set and the wedding day chosen, and his son getting married tomorrow, he has many things to attend to and naturally has no time for idle chatter.
Without needing to be told by Teacher Wu, Yu Huan conscientiously cleared away the dishes and put them in the sink to wash.
Old Yu and his grandfather sat leisurely at the dining table, both with their legs crossed, enjoying the leisurely time after the meal.
Old Yu, as the son, also conscientiously shared a packet of "harmony brings wealth" as a filial offering to his father.
In the Hunan and Hubei regions, just like Huang Furong Wang holds a position in the 20-yuan price range, Heqi Shengcai is also the absolute king in the 50-yuan price range—mainly because of its auspicious name, making it suitable for gifting.
If it's in the 100 yuan range, then it must be He Tianxia.
Grandpa Yu opened the packaging, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and commented between puffs of smoke: "It really is a He brand cigarette. The taste is just different. It's very smooth to smoke."
"Hmph~" Old Yu, who had closed the door, shook his head and said, "This is all business from Yu Huan's mother-in-law's workplace."
Teacher Wu, who was sweeping the floor nearby, glared at him when she heard this and said irritably, "Look at you, looking like you've drunk two ounces of cat pee!"
(End of this chapter)