The day I left, Xiao Wu wanted to go with me.
I only made one request, and Han Dong agreed.
That is to cultivate Xiao Wu. Han Dong said that Xiao Wu’s level has been seen.
But the movement is too slow, and it is not a big problem to double the position of the deputy.
I know that although Chinese people are conservative, they still like to try new things in private.
My experience this time can illustrate this. At noon that day, I flew from Guangzhou to Hangzhou with my luggage.
When I arrived in Guangzhou, I remembered that I had called my aunt or aunt.
My aunt happily told me the address on the other end of the phone, and I took a taxi and drove over.
From the airport to the courtyard near the city, I don’t know if the driver took me in circles.
I almost didn’t blink when I arrived outside the Siheyuan and knocked on the door.
It was the aunt who opened the door, and the so-called grandfather was napping in the yard.
My aunt met me into the courtyard and said she would cook dinner immediately.
I asked for help, but my aunt refused.
In the past two months, I have improved the biggest explanation of Chinese food.
Various seasonings began to be picked up easily.
After cooking it, it was about five o’clock in the evening, and I helped my aunt prepare a table of dishes.
My aunt seemed to know that I was coming, and the dishes were quite rich.
When my aunt’s husband came home from get off work, the whole family sat around in the big yard for a meal.
I talked a lot during this period, and of course most of them were grandparents’ affairs.
In the middle, my aunt asked me how long I would stay, so that I could be a chef in my uncle’s factory with my cooking skills.
I smiled and said that I would leave in nine days. I just smiled and didn’t answer the chef’s affairs.
Finally, my aunt pointed to the house on the other side and said, “Then is your grandparents’ room. I will clean it almost half a month. You can live here today until you leave.”
After taking a shower at night, she put her luggage in her grandparents’ room.
I seem to have returned to the past, and this is my real home.
I lay on my grandparents’ big bed, and I remembered what happened before.
At that time, I liked to sleep with my grandma, and my grandma would tell me bedtime stories.
I subconsciously reached my hand under the pillow and into the crack behind the wooden board. My grandma used to hide story books in this position, but when I reached in, I did touch a book.
When I pulled out the book, I found it was a notebook.