Chapter 22 Goodbye Master
Yi Zhonghai and his wife didn't speak loudly, so He Yuzhu and his sister who were passing by didn't hear them.

He Yuzhu didn't expect that today's matter would be resolved so easily, without any hassles or wasting hours.

To be honest, if Jia Dongxu apologized to He Yuzhu as soon as he entered the hospital and was willing to pay compensation, He Yuzhu would really have no choice.

If that were the case, even though he knew it was not a good thing, He Yuzhu would have to go to the police station to plead for Jia Zhang.

But Jia Dongxu chose to confront him head-on, which made He Yuzhu fall asleep and someone handed him a pillow, which made him so comfortable that he fell into a dream.

Now that things in the yard have been resolved, it's time to get busy with other things.

He Yuzhu wanted to go to his master first. No matter what, the relationship with his master could not be severed.

This is the biggest confidence that these brothers and sisters have in their future life in this city, apart from the elderly.

This is how the world is. In later generations, we complain about this injustice and that injustice every day.

But have you ever thought about who gives people the right to complain at will?

These are the people we curse the most.

No matter where in this world, as long as there is demand, there can be no real fairness.

He Yuzhu remembered that Wang Furong loved drinking and smoking but didn't like perming his hair, so these two things needed to be prepared.

The cigarettes are just average, Daqianmen, which is considered a mid-range cigarette at the moment, 2300 ( yuan) a pack.

But to be honest, old smokers in Beijing don’t like this kind of cigarette very much. The aroma is too strong and the taste is too light.

I usually buy cigarettes for myself, mostly Hardeman, which are strong.

But this kind of cigarettes cannot be given as gifts to others, especially to elders.

Because this cigarette has another name called "dead man's cigarette".

There are various theories about this. Some say that there are pieces of paper in the tobacco, which are similar to yellow paper.

But He Yuzhu felt that the most reliable one was that at funerals, the host family would use Hardmen to entertain guests, and this cigarette and card was very good.

It has become a custom among the people, and thus this alias came into being.

He Yuzhu chose Fenjiu. Now is the time when Fenjiu is at its most popular, because this wine was the main drink at the founding banquet. It is the real national wine of this era.

The master's wife had two portions of pastries, making a total of four items.

It was not yet time to use coupons. As long as you had money, you could buy even foreign liquor on the market.

He Yuzhu was watching the waiter packing up the Fuling sandwich and the sachima, when he heard the sound of swallowing saliva behind him. He Yuzhu asked without turning around, "Yushui, which one do you want to eat?"

"Selima," the rain replied.

Sailima is another name for Sachima. Even in later generations, people in the old city of Sijiu still called them both by the same name.

In fact, without asking, He Yuzhu also knew that his sister wanted to eat sachima, because it was sweeter. The key is that it is cheaper than Fuling sandwich, and Yushui had eaten it before and knew it was delicious.

The waiter was very tactful. Without waiting for He Yuzhu to speak, he cut off a small piece, wrapped it in paper and handed it to Yu Shui.

The waiter smiled and said, "Comrade, this is a gift from the store to your sister."

He Yuzhu hurriedly thanked him!
To be honest, in He Yuzhu's memory, it was all the ancestors of the supply and marketing cooperatives. It was pretty good at the beginning, but after the public-private partnership ended, those people became the bosses.

Even though He Yuzhu had such an arrogant personality, he had to put on a smile when he went to the supply and marketing cooperative in his previous life.

Otherwise, cold words are just the least of their worries, and they might even lead to physical violence.

Before the reform and opening up, not only collective restaurants posted slogans saying "Do not beat customers without reason", but all service industries did the same. Now these pastry shops are still privately owned, and their service attitude is still the same as before the liberation.

When they arrived at Wang's house, it was time for dinner. This was not intentional by He Yuzhu, but it was already past four in the afternoon when Jia Dongxu's problem was solved. In addition, they bought gifts on the way, and people these days eat early, so it was just a coincidence.

He Yuzhu was not an outsider to the Wang family, so he treated them like their child. He put the things on the table, then took Yu Shui and bowed to the master and his wife.

If He Yuzhu came himself, there would be no need for all these complicated etiquettes. At most he would just shout out.

But rain doesn't come often, so we have to be polite.

Yu Shui also obediently called out the name He Yuzhu had taught him on the way, "Uncle, hello, miss."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Master and Madam, how is Ping An?"

Seeing He Yuzhu's generous gesture, the master's wife couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Zhuzi, you came here today to ask your master something, right?"

Wang Furong had been to the store during the day, so he naturally knew the situation of the He family. If it weren't for his youngest son's matter, he might have gone over to take a look today.

The Wang couple had a son in their early years, but he died of a belly disease (blood-sucking worm) when he was young.

After we surrendered to our daily life, we finally had a son, this little second child.

He really treats her like a treasure. Even though she just caught a cold, Wang Furong took it as a big deal.

Although Wang Furong heard what his third apprentice said when he went to the store, he was worried about his son and had no intention of caring about He Yuzhu's affairs.

But at this time, Wang Furong already had a smile on his face and said, "Ping'an's fever has subsided. Old lady, get bowls and chopsticks for Zhuzi and the others. I guess the two children didn't eat well today."

He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Master, I'll do it myself."

The Wang family’s dishes today were also light. There was a chicken soup in front of the second child, and only three other dishes.

The city always has potatoes, cabbage, and radishes for winter storage. However, the Wang family's dishes are naturally not boiled like other families, but they have more flavor.

There was no gossip during meals, at least the younger generation had to abide by this. So apart from the master's wife serving Yu Shui a small bowl of chicken soup, nothing else happened.

The Wang family always prepares a lot of staple foods because every day apprentices come to ask for cooking advice.

If Wang Furong's income wasn't really high, he wouldn't be able to support all these apprentices.

After He Yuzhu finished his meal and helped his master's wife with her work, he went to the main hall to light a cigarette for his master, then found a small stool and sat down in front of his master.

As for Yu Shui, he is now joking with Mrs. Wang.

People don't think much. Although Mrs. Wang treats Wang Ping'an as a treasure, she also likes the fat girl when she sees her.

It is said that two years ago, the Wang family wanted to arrange a child marriage with the He family, but was rejected by He Daqing. The explanation given by He Daqing was that before his daughter-in-law died, she promised him that she would make her children happy and would not force their marriage.

However, He Yuzhu thought that it was probably because he disliked the second son of the Wang family because he was too weak.

Now He Daqing's remarks have naturally become a joke.

He Yuzhu told his master what happened today, without exaggerating anything, just telling the truth.

After listening to this, Wang Furong sighed and said, "The Qing Dynasty is so foolish. They don't even raise their own children, but instead help others to get into trouble.

"No matter how well he is raised, can he be considered his real father?"

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