It’s Not Too Late to Meet Again After Rebirth

Linhai house is near the Provincial Hospital, and it's a short walk over twenty minutes. The house really doesn't look like someone has lived for a long time. It was simply decorated, with some basic furniture on the floor tiles and no TV. When Lin Mo went there, the house was full of dust, and it took a long time to clean it up. The house has a three-bedroom and one-hall structure. Each room is similar. The master bedroom has a little more furniture than the other two guest bedrooms. It looks like a hotel outside.

Because of business relationship, Lin Hai needs to go to Jincheng from time to time to get some approval documents and do some formalities. He bought this house to facilitate his stay in Jincheng, and on the other hand, it is also for the appreciation of the house. In 1998, the mainland real estate market was tepid, and there were not many people buying houses out of appreciation. However, Lin Hai was anyway doing business in construction. The news was better than ordinary people. He had spare money in his hand and an acquaintance house.

Lin Mo enviously thought that if he had money in his hands, he would definitely buy it in a dozen or twenty sets of stores and put it there properly to ensure that he would not worry about eating and dressing for a lifetime.

Wish is good, reality, well, the strong man still needs to work hard, sooner or later, there will be bread and house.

With a place to stay, the old lady finally settled down. Lin Changqing sincerely thanked Lin Haiqing and praised him fiercely. Lin Changqing was so happy that he couldn't go back for a long time. Everyone in Qingtong Village knows that Lin Hai is rich, but no one knows exactly how rich he is. He married his wife in the city and moved to the city to become a city person. Everyone seems to have been amazing. Who can? Thinking of a house in his provincial city?

Although Chinese people believe in wealth and don't reveal it, don't you have an old saying, don't you return to Yijin? It is impossible for Lin Changqing to tell people everywhere about how capable his son is and how rich he is, but ‘accidental’ was learned, and people would envy and compliment him sincerely. The satisfaction is hard to describe. For the elderly, what can be more joyful and show off than future generations?

Lin Changqing couldn't hold back his pride, and repeatedly told the old lady and Lin Mo that they should never tell anyone about the house after returning to the village. It's one thing to occasionally satisfy vanity, it's not good to get into unnecessary trouble. The old lady responded with full mouth, and when Lin Changqing returned, she dragged Lin Mo and murmured.

"Good grandson, it ’s a pity that your Uncle Hai ’s house is so beautiful. It ’s a pity to put such a beautiful house on it.” It ’s stuck to the floor tiles, the walls are painted white, and there are beautiful chandeliers, so that the old lady of the house looks beautiful.

The old lady said it was a pity, but she was envious. You said that it was the same person, and Lin Hai didn't read the book for two days. How could it be so good?

Lin Mo sorted out the ingredients he had just bought from outside and smiled: "Grandma, when I have money later, I will buy you a villa, which is more beautiful than this."

The old lady grabbed a big potato and said, "I know that I am happy. But I believe my grandson will definitely have a better future than Haizi, and grandma doesn't need a villa. Then you will buy a grand house for grandma, grandma. Go to Tianmen Square every morning to see the red flag and see the chairman, and go to the Great Wall if you are fine. "

Hearing the word "Jingcheng", Lin Mo tranced and looked at the old lady with a miserable face: "Grandma, you really have a vision. The house in Jingcheng is much more expensive than the villa. It seems that I have to work hard."

Lin Mo woke up to the present, but it only took a little more than a whole day, but he felt like he had lived all his life. Those things had happened, and the memories in his mind were clearly imprinted. Worldly, with a stale yellow color, many familiar people have become dim.

Somehow, Lin Mo remembered Han Xun again. I remembered that he heard the tearful cry in his hazy trance, and his heart suddenly became dull, with a little palpitations. Once, they met because of Chen Junxi, but in this life he has decided to change the trajectory of destiny, between them ... forget it, everything depends on it.

"... Grandson, why don't your eyes be so red, don't cry, grandma doesn't want a house ..." The old lady looked up at first glance and saw the baby's grandson's eyes red, and immediately felt distressed like nothing.

Lin Mo held back the crocodile tears that had not formed in his eyes, blinked and said, "I didn't cry, I was a little worried about Dad."

Lin Jianxian is still in the observation of the intensive care unit. He has not awakened since the operation last night. The doctor said that the operation was very successful, and he was in a stable condition. In theory, there would be no problems. Let them go back to rest first.

Both Lin Jian and the old lady didn't close their eyes all night. In the morning, they came to see the house with Lin Changqing again. Lin Mo took a cold medicine and slept deeply. When he woke up, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. When he saw that his grandmother was still asleep, he tried to buy some vegetables from the nearby vegetable market.

Grandma sighed: "Yeah, if your dad knows something about Wang Yanyan, don't be mad at anything? The old man Zhang in the neighboring village is not crazy because his wife ran away with others. The old lady said more and more anxiously, almost cutting the knife into her own hands.

Lin Mo busy comforted and said: "It is definitely not, my father's psychological quality is much stronger than that of Zhang Laowu. Besides, does our family have a history of mental illness? You can rest assured, no."

The old lady was just talking. When Lin Mo's mother died slowly because of illness, could the old man be as crazy as he was? In her heart, she likes Cheng slowly to be her daughter-in-law. She is beautiful, sensible, filial, competent and cultured, like singing a fairy in a play. But she went after all, how could she bear to see her son live a life without keeping his life, otherwise how could he rush to find a stepmother for Lin Mo? She finally asked her son Songkou to promise to marry Wang Yanyan, but she was better off than marrying.

Since she knew what Wang Yanyan was, the old lady regretted her intestines. Compared with the former daughter-in-law, I always feel sorry for my son. But the days always passed. I thought Lin Shu was so big, and the old days of the old family were getting more and more prosperous.

The older generation is conservative, and the old lady will never tell Lin Mo that his parents are right or wrong. However, Lin Mo was not really a minor. He understood everything that Grandma didn't say. He even knew something better than Grandma.

"I'm worried that my dad's left leg will be amputated. The middle school will definitely not want him anymore. What should he do in the future? If he really wants to spend time at home, he can't stand it."

Lin Jian did not have the smelly problems of the intellectuals of the era. He could be his teacher at school and change his clothes and pants at home. The farm work was not worse than the others in the village. Otherwise, he would be a Yan Wang with his meager salary and laziness. Probably can afford a house.

Lin Jian is the kind of person who can't live idle. In his previous life, he lost both legs. He did some manual work in bed to make up for his family. You really let him do nothing at home every day. He is definitely more uncomfortable than sick.

"Can't stand any way? It's better to keep Xiaoming than anything." The old lady sighed.

The grandchildren and grandchildren chatted, and they packed up the ingredients.

Lin Mo went to the vegetable market too late and could not buy any good food. He only bought some radishes, green cabbage, dried mushrooms, potatoes and other vegetables, a few pounds of thigh bones and a pound of lean meat, a little hen came back, and rice, oil, seasoning and the like. Lin Hai, a man, just sleep here, so do n’t expect to cook. The tools in the kitchen are quite complete, half old, probably because the last owner stayed, and even the rest of the rice could not be found.

The young hens are well killed in the vegetable market, they are very fat, and there is a lot of oil in their stomachs. Although the patient needs to be supplemented when he recovers from a serious illness, he must never eat too greasy things. Lin Momal sharpened the kitchen knife in the kitchen to cut out the oil in the chicken belly. Chicken fat is a good thing. When you make soup without broth, add some to the dish and the taste will be different immediately.

After cutting out the chicken fat, Lin Mo cut the chicken **** off, boiled off the blood and water, and put the whole piece in the pan and cooked it on fire. Cook the chicken broth, pour it into a small casserole, pour the rice that has been soaked in it, wait for the water to boil, and simmer slowly on a low heat. Dried shiitake mushrooms have more flavor than fresh shiitake mushrooms. Some people like that taste, while others hate it very much. Lin Jian just happened to be the kind of person who doesn't care. After the mushrooms were soaked, Lin Mo washed them carefully, squeezed the water off, took a few flowers, and shredded them into filaments. When the porridge was almost boiled, put the shiitake mushrooms and chicken shreds in it and put on the lid. Slow fire.

Because of the uneven ingredients, Lin Mo can only stew a simple version of shiitake mushroom and chicken porridge. Dad's current situation, drinking this porridge is tonic.

Then, he washed the lean meat, cut into small pieces, and marinated the cooking wine for a while. When the oil in the pan was hot, put the **** slices, peppercorns, and dried peppers into the bowl to fry the aroma, and then poured the small pieces of meat Stir-fry, add watercress, a little old soy sauce, after frying the aroma, put the grandma's prepared potato pieces and put them in. After a little frying, add the appropriate amount of water and boil over high heat, turn to medium heat, it will be common for a while The scent of potato roast flew out.

Originally, my grandmother was too old to eat such spicy food, but her old man was already used to eating spicy food, and suddenly changed her taste, she instead became unaccustomed to eating.

Twenty minutes later, the dishes were cooked. Lin Mo transferred the appropriate amount of salt, sprinkled with a little celery, started a pot, and prepared a large bowl of potato roasts with all flavors and flavors. Just sniffing that spicy and fresh fragrance, the old lady swallowed subconsciously.

How can the skill of a good-grandson feel better than her life-long meal?

Then Lin Mo boiled a small bowl of chicken oil, boiled it, scooped up the excess oil, and simply sautéed a mushroom and greens in the pan. I made a large bowl of cabbage soup with oil residue and a little chicken oil, mixed with water and ginger. At this time, the porridge was almost cooked. Lin Mo put a little salt in it, stir well, turn off the heat, took two large bowls, put two bowls out, put a little chopped green onion in the bowl, the fragrance suddenly became two points thick.

The old lady looked at the table with two dishes and one soup, and her eyes were straight. Is this really a dream for the grandson?

When the old lady tasted three dishes one by one, and then drank a few big mouthfuls of porridge, she instantly felt that her good-grandson would definitely earn the tens of thousands of dollars as he said. These dishes taste absolutely amazing!

Lin Mo didn't tell the old lady that he hadn't done a real trick yet to make these dishes. ## $ l & amp; & amp; ~ * _ * ~ & amp; & amp; l $ ## & lt; / p & gt;