Free Days in Siheyuan

Then he felt that Zhang Yu was cheating on himself, so he raised his head, poked his neck, and said with certainty: "Who are you listening to nonsense? I didn't drink. If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Zhao, did he see me drinking?"

The moment the voice just fell, two pairs of eyes looked at Uncle Zhao at the same time.

Facing the menacing gazes of both of them, Uncle Zhao subconsciously took a step back.

Not to mention, he actually saw Mr. Sun drinking.

But looking at the threat in Old Master Sun's eyes, Uncle Zhao didn't know whether he should say it or not.
Seeing him like this, what else does Zhang Yu not understand?

"I'll search your place when I get back, and take all the wine away." Zhang Yu made a decision on his own, not because he didn't want Mrs. Sun to drink, but because Mrs. Sun's health didn't allow it.

"I didn't drink, where did I get the wine in the house?" At this time, Mr. Sun still stiffened his neck, resolutely refusing to admit that he stole the drink.

"It's best not to drink." Zhang Yu nodded. Just when Mr. Sun felt that his wine had escaped this time, Zhang Yu's sudden words completely dispelled his thoughts: "Since you have never drunk wine, the wine under the upturned jar should not be yours. I will find the owner for it when I go back."

At this moment, Grandpa Sun was completely stunned, with an uncontrollable astonished expression on his face, how did Xiaoyu know that he was about to hide under the upturned jar.

Facing Mr. Sun's disbelief, Zhang Yu felt much more comfortable.

It's a joke, the original owner has been with the old man since he was a child, and the adults at that time didn't take children seriously, thinking that they didn't understand anything, and would not avoid children in many things. After a long time, the original owner naturally knew a lot of things.

For example, Zhang Yu dug out the place where the old man hid wine from his distant memory.

An upside-down jar, usually used to replace the shelf of the washbasin.

Not to mention, most people really can't think of that!

Although I'm not sure if there is still wine there, but it's just a matter of cheating.

This didn't make him cheat out, and sure enough, it was still hidden in the old place.

Speaking of this matter, I have to blame Mr. Sun for his own carelessness.

In the past, Mr. Sun didn't take little Zhang Yu seriously and let him see it. Now it has become Zhang Yu's means to suppress him.

Sure enough, sometimes children can't let you do something, but the ability to do bad things is leveraged.

Zhang Yu decided to remember this lesson, some things really need to be kept from children.

Grandpa Sun opened his mouth, wondering if he should admit that it was his.

But it's useless to admit it now, Xiaoyu won't let him drink, and maybe he will be condemned, so he can only say heartbroken: "Alright! Go back and ask who is hiding there?"

But in the depths of his heart he cried out in grief over the wine that was about to be lost: "His wine! His wine! His poor wine!"

He felt that he was quite strict, how could Xiaoyu know?
Zhang Yu didn't want to solve his doubts, nonsense, if Mr. Sun hid wine according to the old habit, he could still tell him.

But if he found out and changed the location, it would be difficult to search.

Although with the old man's ability to hide things, it is not difficult to find them even if they change places, but does it increase the difficulty?
Zhang Yu didn't want to do so much useless work.

Grandpa Sun clutched his heart, feeling sorry for his own wine.

When the patients in the same ward saw this scene, they laughed happily.

Old man Sun was naturally unhappy, turned his head and stared at him suddenly, then chewed the stewed meat in his mouth vigorously, as if he was biting someone.At the end, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said with some eccentricity: "Why do I remember that the doctor said yesterday that a certain person can't drink bars, so what did some people drink secretly while hiding in bed last night? Do you want me to tell someone's son? It's really not possible, and someone's wife is also okay."

As soon as Mr. Sun's words came out, the sick friend immediately became cowardly. Before the old woman went home, she had repeatedly told him not to let him drink. If she knew that she had drunk alcohol secretly, she would have to nag herself to death.

Thinking of his wife's nagging skills, and his son's mouth that was exactly the same as his wife's, the patient shuddered involuntarily, and then begged for mercy.

Seeing his cowardly appearance, Mr. Sun finally felt comfortable.

snort!Dare to see his jokes!
As for the confrontation between the two old men, Zhang Yu pretended not to see it. He carefully opened the lunch box containing millet porridge, put it in front of old man Sun, and softly advised, "Millet porridge nourishes the stomach. I made it specially for you. How about the taste?"

After taking a sip, Mr. Sun gave Zhang Yu a thumbs up: "Sweet!"

"Drink more if it's fragrant."

The way the two get along, they look at the patient next to them with envy.

He has many descendants, but none of them took the time to deliver meals like Zhang Yu.

It will only say that you are busy, you will only say that you have no time.

Only the old woman and the nurse hired by his sons guarded him.

It's not that the nurse is not good. The nurse is very careful and takes care of him wholeheartedly.

Bing's envious eyes whetted Mr. Sun's appetite and made his food even more delicious.

Zhang Yu couldn't help sighing: The elders are right, old children, old children, the older you get, the more childish you are, and you are showing off.

But he is also willing to coax Mr. Sun and make others envy him.

During the period, Zhang Yu politely asked the patient if he had eaten, or would he like to have a bite together?
The patient waved his hand and refused. The nurse had just brought him meals, and he was really not hungry now.

It's just that I'm a little envious of seeing Mr. Sun's delicious food and Zhang Yu's company.

Watching Grandpa Sun eat half of the stewed meat in one go, Zhang Yu continued to stretch his chopsticks in and pressed his chopsticks silently, then switched the positions of the steamed egg and the stewed meat, and coaxed: "Grandpa, you have eaten a lot of meat today, eat some steamed eggs, steamed eggs are easy to digest, if you want to eat stewed pork, I will bring you tomorrow."

The old man is not ignorant of good and bad, he also knows his physical condition, although he is a little unwilling, he retracts the chopsticks that were stretched out for the stewed meat, and eats the steamed eggs.

But as soon as the steamed egg was in the mouth, the old man's eyes lit up. The steamed egg tasted good!

After that, he ate it with big mouthfuls.

After Mr. Sun ate for a while, Zhang Yu reckoned that he had almost eaten, so he packed up the rest of the food.

Seeing Zhang Yu packing up those dishes, Mr. Sun said, "Put it away, and keep it warm for tomorrow, and give it to me for breakfast."