Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 602 616 [Like fog, rain, and wind]

The dining table is full of meals——
Sweet and sour carp, twice-cooked pork, braised pork with preserved vegetables, and Sixi balls, etc., are basically "home-cooked dishes" that are often prepared by every household during the Chinese New Year.

Song Haiming was busy taking off the water skirt around him, while urging Wang Jinfeng, "Go, quickly take out the bottle of good wine I bought, I want to drink two glasses with Xiaochao!"

Wang Jinfeng went to the desk, opened the door on the left, and took out a bottle of white wine in a white porcelain bottle.

"Here, you two should drink less." Wang Jinfeng said in his mouth, but looked at his precious son happily, wishing that he would eat and drink more.

"Mom, you sit too." Seeing Wang Jinfeng standing, Song Zhichao said.

"I've eaten, you eat!" Wang Jinfeng said in his mouth, but moved a chair over, sat down, didn't eat food, just stared at his son.

Song Zhichao was embarrassed by her stare, couldn't help touching his face, and said, "It's okay, you look at me like this..."

"Hehe, let me see what's wrong with my cub? Besides, my son is so handsome, no matter how many times he looks at him, he won't get tired of it." Wang Jinfeng laughed.

Song Haiming couldn't stand it anymore, "Look at you, you're going crazy again. My son has been away from home for so many years and you haven't seen you miss him. Now that you're back, you're so attached that you can't even look away."

Wang Jinfeng slapped Song Haiming, "My own son, why don't you pay more attention? I still have to inform you and pay taxes?"

Song Haiming was used to being bullied by his wife at home, and at this time he was too embarrassed to show off in front of his son, so he could only point to the food and said with a wry smile: "Eat, eat, it's almost cold."

Song Zhichao picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.

Wang Jinfeng tugged on Song Zhichao's new big padded jacket and muttered, "This is made for you, and I don't know the size—you've grown taller and stronger, so this dress looks small."

Song Haiming took a porcelain bottle of liquor, Wolong Yuye, and opened it several times but failed to open it.

Wang Jinfeng taunted him: "I'm still drinking, I can't even open the bottle cap."

Song Haiming couldn't hold back, so he said, "I usually drink loose wine, how can I be willing to drink these good wines—go, go to the kitchen and bring me a kitchen knife, and I'll cut the bottle cap off."

"Let me do it," Song Zhichao said.

Song Haiming handed him the liquor.

Song Zhichao looked at it, but it was the type to pry the opening, so he took the key, facing the bayonet, pried it like this, and with a click, the bottle cap fell off.

Song Haiming stared blankly and said, "Amazing!" He added, "Better than Lao Tzu!"

Wang Jinfeng rolled his eyes at him: "Of course my son is amazing, unlike you, he can only stay in the freezing plant to kill pigs."

"What is killing pigs? I run the machine in the cold storage, which is technical work." Song Haiming explained.

It turned out that Song Haiming worked in Hanwan Refrigeration Factory in Nandu City. He worked as a master in the refrigeration workshop and was in charge of starting and stopping the cold storage machines. He was really a technical job.

It’s just that Song Haiming is usually fine, and he also helps kill pigs in the factory. After killing a pig, he can get some offal, such as pig’s trotters and pig’s blood. In this era, pig’s trotters, chicken feet, and chicken blood are all worthless offal. Many times they are even thrown away.

Wang Jinfeng hates him killing pigs the most, because every time he kills a pig, Song Haiming has to pour a few bowls of wine until he is half drunk. .

Seeing Wang Jinfeng and Song Haiming quarreling, Song Zhichao felt it was funny, and for the first time, a little warmth of home filled his heart.

In the back room, there is a beautiful song from the Spring Festival Gala, but it is "Like Fog, Like Rain and Like Wind" by Hong Kong actress Liang Yanling——
My heart for you you will never understand

The love I give you is always suffering

In the lonely night I search helplessly
looking for an unchanging reliance
……

You are like fog, rain and wind to me
Come and go, leaving nothing but an empty space
You are like fog, rain and wind to me
Let my heart turn with you...

With this song ringing in his ears, Song Zhichao knew that this song would soon become popular all over the country through the Spring Festival Gala. At the moment, two little girls, Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei, were standing in front of the TV and humming this song along with the TV. Obviously, brainwashed.

Wang Jinfeng yelled outside: "Don't watch TV, you come out to eat something too."

Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei couldn't bear to take their eyes off the TV and said, "We're full—you eat."

Song Haiming picked up an empty bowl and handed it to Wang Jinfeng, saying, "Both of them are done watching TV—give them some food and let them watch while eating!"

Wang Jinfeng said angrily: "Serving the old ones, serving the young ones—" facing the back room, he asked, "What kind of food do you eat?"

The back room replied: "Sweet and sour fish!" "Sixi meatballs!" "There is also twice-cooked pork!"

"They're all pretty good at eating!" Wang Jinfeng muttered, but picked up chopsticks and picked up some of each dish, put them into bowls, and then brought them to the back room, saying: "Here, two Miss --- your food is here, eat quickly, don't starve!"

Outside, at the dinner table—
Song Haiming picked up the baijiu and poured Song Zhichao a glass—the wine glass was a small baijiu cup of three or four dollars, with gold silk patterns on it, which looked very beautiful.

"Come on, Xiaochao, let's go together." Song Haiming picked up the wine.

Song Zhichao also hurriedly picked up his wine glass.

The two clinked glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

Song Haiming was afraid that the wine would make his son hot, so when he saw Song Zhichao finished his drink, he hurriedly greeted him: "Eat your vegetables, hurry up and eat your vegetables! I made this sweet and sour fish, it tastes good!"

Song Zhichao smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite of the fatty-looking sweet and sour fish—sweet, sour, and a little salty.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Song Haiming looked at his son expectantly.

Song Zhichao nodded and said with a smile, "It's delicious."

In fact, this dish is just average, and for Song Zhichao, who is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, it is not popular at all.

Hearing what his son said, Song Dahai was very happy, and immediately poured another glass of wine for Song Zhichao, and said, "Then you have another glass, eat more!"

Song Zhichao smiled, but instead of drinking it himself, he raised his glass and said to Song Haiming, "Dad, you've worked hard. Come, I'll toast you a glass of wine!"

Seeing his son making a toast to himself, Song Haiming was very happy, and kept saying: "Okay!" Picking up the wine glass, before clinking glasses with Song Zhichao, he drank it all in one gulp, and said, "This wine is comfortable to drink! It's me My son respects me, hehe!"

Immediately, the atmosphere at the table became even more warm.

……

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Song Haiming wiped his mouth, and suddenly said to Song Zhichao, "A Chao, tell me the truth, what are you doing in Hong Kong?"

Song Zhichao was drinking tea. Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment. He looked up and saw Song Haiming's solemn and serious expression.

Song Haiming looked a little cautious, and looked around, then got up without saying anything, and went into the room.

Then, there was a sound of ping-pong-pong-pong from inside the room, as if something was churning.

In the room, Song Haiming was looking for something under the bed, pouted his buttocks, pulled out all the shoes, and finally pulled out a small box, opened the box, and took out a black box.

Outside, just when Song Zhichao didn't understand what Song Haiming was going to do, Song Haiming came out again, holding a tightly wrapped bag in his hand.

Song Zhichao: "..."

In front of Song Zhichao, Song Haiming carefully opened the bag, then three layers inside and three layers outside, then called, and then opened again——finally, the contents inside were revealed, which were stacks of banknotes, full of One hundred thousand—of course, this so-called huge amount was for Song Haiming.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Before he could open his mouth, Song Haiming said, "Isn't this money stolen?"

Song Zhichao gave a "puchi" and almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

Looking at Song Haiming again, he looked at Song Zhichao eagerly, his eyes full of worry.
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A Father's Worries!

(End of this chapter)