Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

In the east of Haicheng City, there is a private restaurant located in a small alley. Although the location is remote, it is not small in scale and occupies the space of several courtyards.

Di Bei parked the car at the entrance of the alley and walked into the restaurant, but did not stop in the front yard. He went directly into the manager's office on the second floor in the backyard.

The office door was ajar, Di Bei pushed it gently, and the door opened.

The man sitting behind the desk looked up and saw Di Bei coming in, and quickly stood up to greet him.

"Brother, you are here!"

The man was respectful and enthusiastic, and personally opened a chair in front of the tea table for Debela.

When Di Bei sat down, he worked hard for a while making tea and smoking cigarettes.

Di Bei looked at his work with a calm expression, and waited until he was finished before speaking: "No matter what you do in the future, remember to close the door."

"Yes, yes!" The man quickly ran to lock the door.

Di Bei's expression softened. He glanced at the steam of tea in front of him and asked, "Did you make the soup you sent me recently as I ordered?"

"Always do as you tell me!"

The man nodded quickly, moved a little closer to Di Bei, and smiled flatteringly: "I deliver it on time every day, and I personally add the ingredients inside. Is your old man okay with drinking it?"

"Yeah." Di Bei nodded slightly, without saying much, and uttered two words like a riddle: "What's the amount?"

"I will definitely not forget your brother's instructions. I will stick to that amount, not one point more, not one point less. I guarantee that the old man will be satisfied after drinking it!"

The man responded with a smile, and his flattery was a little more vulgar.

Tsk tsk, this Mr. Xiao Di is really filial. He brings food and drinks to Mr. Lao Di every day, and even considers Mr. Lao Di's "sexual happiness" life!

Seeing him smiling like this, Di Bei felt a little disgusted in her heart, but her face was filled with approval.

"Very good, you are very good at doing things, and it is not in vain for me to protect you."

The man laughed when he heard it.

His name is Wang Hua, and he got into a life-threatening lawsuit before. Fortunately, Di Bei came to help him settle it.

No, I remind him all the time.

Wang Hua smiled, put on a face full of gratitude, and once again expressed his loyalty to Di Bei: "Yes, yes, if you hadn't helped me open up the relationship, brother, my manslaughter case would definitely not be over, and I might still be in the police station now. Woolen cloth!"

As he spoke, he patted his chest and promised Di Bei: "I will never thank you for your kindness. My life belongs to you. If you have anything to do with me, just ask me and I will do my best to do it!"

"Really?" Di Bei smiled slightly and nodded to Wang Hua: "If you say that, I won't be polite. There is indeed something to tell you."

He waved to Wang Hua to come closer.

Wang Hua quickly bowed and put his ear in front of Di Bei.

Di Bei lowered his voice, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his smiling eyebrows: "From now on, the soup will be delivered every day, and the amount...add one gram more."

"Add one more gram?" Wang Hua was startled and suddenly looked up at Di Bei, his face turned a bit pale: "Brother, if this... if this continues, people will die..."

Di Bei didn't speak any more, but just stared at him with a smile, a faint hint of awe in his dark eyes.

Wang Hua stiffened and remembered.

Although the life lawsuit he caused was ruled as manslaughter, there was still a lot of evidence in Di Bei's hands.

If he wanted to send himself in again, it would be easy.

And now, Di Bei's intention is to let him kill Mr. Di directly?

Isn't this... getting deeper and deeper?

There was a brief stalemate in the silent office. After a while, the cold sweat on Wang Hua's back had soaked his shirt.

This choice is difficult to make, but there is still a difference between dying in the future and dying now.

Wang Hua gritted his teeth. He was a dead Taoist friend but a poor Taoist. Who asked Mr. Di to raise a son with a wolfish heart and a ruthless heart?

Can't blame him!

Wang Hua took a deep breath, stood up straight, and bowed his head respectfully to Di Bei again: "Brother, don't worry, I will do as you asked!" "Well, go ahead."

The smile on Di Bei's face remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed the changes in Wang Hua's expression.

People like Wang Hua are desperadoes themselves. Killing one more person and one less person makes no difference at all.

He was sure that Wang Hua would not refuse.

Wang Hua didn't say anything more, opened the door of the office and walked out.

Ten minutes later, Wang Hua came back carrying the thermal buckets packed in layers.

"This is Mr. Di's soup for today. It's just right to drink now when you bring it back." Wang Hua placed the thermos bucket in front of Di Bei and looked at him deeply.

Di Bei nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to drink the tea in the cup, stood up and left carrying the thermos bucket.

"Thanks."

……

Lunch time.

The employees of Di's company had got off work and went to have lunch. Di Jing also made an appointment and was about to go out to socialize.

Before I left, there was a knock on the door.

"Dad, haven't you eaten yet?" Di Bei walked in carrying a thermos bucket with a concerned look on his face.

"I just finished a meeting, so I haven't thought about it yet." Di Jing replied casually.

Looking at the familiar thermos bucket in Di Bei's hand, he was a little puzzled: "Isn't it usually the secretary in your office who comes to deliver soup? Why are you here today?"

"I just have free time today." Di Bei put the thermos bucket away, unscrewed the lid, filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of Di Jing: "I personally made chicken soup and brought it to you."

"Hey, you cooked it yourself? Then I have to try it."

Di Jing was tired of drinking the tonic soup every day. He originally planned to just say a few perfunctory words and then go out to socialize. But after hearing what Di Bei said, he actually thought of tasting it.

In the small white porcelain bowl, the rich and golden chicken soup exudes an alluring aroma that reaches people's noses.

Di Jing smelled the familiar fragrance, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face: "Is there Codonopsis pilosula in the chicken soup?"

"Well, I chose half-year-old chicken with Codonopsis pilosula and wolfberry in it." Di Bei put the spoon into Di Jing's hand: "Try it."

"it is good."

Since his son was so filial, Di Jing naturally couldn't refuse anymore and picked up the bowl and took a sip.

As a result, after taking this sip, his eyes were filled with tears and there was a lump in his throat.

He looked up at his son, who had a low eyebrow and was filled with emotion.

It took a while to suppress the turbulent emotions, and he finished the soup in the bowl in one breath. He sighed and praised Di Bei: "Okay, you are still good at your craftsmanship. This dangshen chicken soup is as good as your mother's!"

Although Di Bei lowered his eyes, he did not miss the nostalgia in Di Jing's eyes.

Also, after all, his mother has been with him for more than thirty years, and no matter how ruthless a person is, he will not just forget her.

Di Bei calmly took the empty bowl from Di Jing's hand and scooped another bowl for him: "As long as you think it tastes good, have another bowl."

"Okay, okay." Without saying a word, Di Jing took the soup bowl and tasted it carefully.

Soon, another bowl of soup was consumed, but Di Jing's mood also changed from nostalgia to sadness.

Thinking of Lin Jingqing's former thoughtfulness and gentleness, and then thinking of Li Na lying in the hospital in a vegetative state, his heart was filled with unspeakable discomfort.

Although there were countless women in his life, these two were the only ones who actually became Mrs. Di.

In the end, none of them could stay with him for a long time, and none of them could accompany him to grow old.

Could it be that he was born to be a widower and lonely? (End of this chapter)