Siheyuan: After traveling through time, who can still be an honest person?

In a dilapidated and drafty house.

He Daqing, wearing a blue work suit with pudding on it, was hunched over while making dinner.

"Is anyone here?"

At this time, a strange voice came from outside.

He Daqing turned a deaf ear and continued to cook his own porridge.

"Uncle He, are you there?"

Xu Damao saw old books and waste paper shells scattered in the yard and smoke coming out of the chimney. He knew there was someone in the house, so he walked inside while calling out.

"You...you are Uncle He?"

Xu Damao looked at the old man standing hunched over the stove in doubt.

In his impression, He Daqing was always neatly dressed even though he became a widower.

If you don’t know how to wash your clothes, you can hire someone to do it for you.

Because He Daqing was a cook, he would never starve even in times of famine.

What's more, He Daqing has excellent cooking skills and is often hired to cook by wealthy families.

Because the He family has never been short of money.

And now.

He was wearing a patched blue work suit that was tattered and smelled moldy. It was unknown how long it had been since he had washed it.

Even though someone came into the house, He Daqing was still concentrating on cooking the porridge.

Because he was worried that the bottom of the pot would get burnt, he needed to keep pushing the bottom of the pot with a spoon to prevent it from sticking.

Xu Damao thought He Daqing was hard of hearing, so he walked up to him and whispered in his ear:

"Uncle He, I'm Xu Damao, do you still remember me..."

"Hey!"

He Daqing's ears were buzzing from the sudden roar. He turned his head and glared at Xu Damao angrily, cursing, "You are crazy, why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf."

"Uh~" Xu Damao was stunned for a moment, then asked with a wry smile: "Uncle He, why didn't you answer when I called you?"

"Can't you see I'm busy?" He Daqing said, and continued to stir the bottom of the pot with a spoon.

"Uncle He, I'm Xu Damao from the backyard. Do you still remember me?" Xu Damao asked.

He Daqing glanced at Xu Damao's donkey face and said indifferently: "Even if you turn into ashes, I will still remember you."

Xu Damao: "..."

One sentence killed the conversation.

Xu Damao finally understood today who Sha Zhu inherited his foul mouth from!

"Uncle He, is this what you eat for lunch?" Xu Damao asked in deliberate surprise.

He Daqing replied expressionlessly: "This is not only my lunch, but also my dinner."

"Uncle He, why are you living such a miserable life? This shouldn't be the case. Aren't you a famous chef?" Xu Damao pretended to be stupid.

In fact, Xu Damao had known about He Daqing's recent situation for a long time.

Someone was visiting relatives here and heard about his experience.

He Daqing abandoned his own children and followed Widow Bai to Baoding, where he devoted himself to raising his stepchildren.

Last year, the White Widow died of illness. He Daqing was too old to stir the spoon anymore, so he was disliked by his stepson and his wife, who found an excuse to kick him out of the house.

He Daqing gave all the money he earned over the years to the Bai Widow and her son, and he didn't have a penny left for himself.

If it weren't for his former colleagues at the hotel who took pity on him and let him live in their unused old house, He Da would have ended up on the streets and become a beggar long ago.

As for returning to the old city to find his biological children.

He Daqing thought about what he had done back then and felt too ashamed to go back.

Xu Damao came to find He Daqing because he knew that He Daqing was living a miserable life.

Because helping someone when they need it most is more likely to touch people's hearts than adding icing on the cake.

What's more, if He Daqing lives well here, he might not want to return to Beijing.

In response to Xu Damao's question, He Daqing sighed sadly and said nothing.

Seeing that the porridge was ready, I quickly scooped it into the porcelain bowl on the stove with a spoon.

Finally, scrape the bottom of the pot clean.

"Uncle He, seeing you living like this makes me sad!"

Xu Damao 'sadly' wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

He Daqing looked at Xu Damao strangely.

I think this guy overacted.

As the saying goes, a child's character can be seen at the age of three.

Xu Damao has not been a loving child since he was young, and it is suspicious that he has suddenly become so soft-hearted.

"Uncle He, don't eat this porridge. I'll treat you to a big meal outside."

Xu Damao held He Daqing's arm and said emotionally: "Uncle He, I'm late. If I had known that you were having such a hard time, I would have come to see you earlier."

"Da Mao, why are you so nice to me?" He Daqing couldn't help but ask.

When they lived in the same courtyard at No. 95, he had a bad relationship with Xu Damao's father Xu Fugui.

Now Xu Damao's unreasonable concern for him made him very uncomfortable.

He Daqing understood that a person would not be nice to others for no reason, he must have his purpose.

What’s more, Xu Damao is a villain who will not do anything without profit.

"Uncle He, look at what you said, isn't this what we younger generations should do? You gave me meat buns when I was a child, and I have never forgotten it." Xu Damao explained.

"I'll give you a meat bun? Do you have one?"

Although He Daqing was old, he was not confused. After thinking about it again and again, he finally remembered what was going on.

When Sha Zhu and Xu Damao were fighting, Xu Damao was kicked in the scrotum, and the area became swollen.

In order to apologize, He Daqing paid two meat buns as medical expenses.

Because of this matter, he and Xu Fugui and his wife quarreled with each other for half a month.

"Da Mao, Uncle He knew that you were a good kid when you were a child, and now it seems to be true." He Daqing praised against his will.

Anyway, he has fallen into this situation, and the situation can't get any worse, so he is not afraid that Xu Damao will harm him.

Seeing that Xu Damao had other intentions towards him, He Daqing thought that no matter what, he might as well get a few good meals first.

"Uncle He, looking at your situation, no one must be taking care of you. From now on, I, Xu Damao, will take care of you." Xu Damao said in a loud voice.

"Da Mao, as the saying goes, no reward without merit, and you are not related to me..."

Before He Daqing could finish his words, Xu Damao, regardless of the dirt on the ground, knelt down in front of He Daqing with a plop.

"Uncle He, from now on you are my godfather. If you think highly of me, you can accept me as your godson."

"Ah?" He Daqing was stunned, and suddenly realized something, and asked: "Da Mao, your father is rich and powerful?"

Xu Damao's mouth twitched, and he quickly explained: "The old man is still in good health. From now on, he is the biological father and you are the godfather."

He Daqing blinked and nodded, "Okay, good grandson, no, good son, get up quickly, godfather recognizes you."

"That's great, Dad. I kowtow to you."

Xu Damao kowtowed three times, then quickly got up and walked out holding He Daqing.

"Dad, I'm going to take you to a restaurant right now."

"No hurry, take me to buy some new clothes first, and then take a shower. I stink all over, and they won't let me in to the restaurant."

"Ah...Okay, I'll listen to Dad."

"What a good son!"

……

Inside the restaurant.

He Daqing had changed into a new set of clothes, but he was not satisfied.

Because Xu Damao bought him another set of cheap blue work clothes.

He Daqing was knowledgeable and had long noticed that the suit Xu Damao was wearing was made of good material.

I don't know what brand it is, but it must be expensive.

I thought Xu Damao had made a fortune and would be generous, but now it seems he is too stingy.

Xu Damao actually had a lot of grievances that he couldn't express.

I also know that now is the time to invest, but even a good cook cannot cook without rice.

I only have fifty dollars on me, so I have to spend it frugally.

Fortunately, when the waiter brought the food, He Daqing's attention was immediately attracted.

He Daqing couldn't wait to start eating before all the dishes were served.

“I haven’t had such delicious food in a long time!”

"Dad, eat slowly. Don't choke." Xu Damao has already taken on the role of a filial son.

ten minutes later.

He Daqing ate only until he was about five-tenths full, and then he slowed down the pace of picking up food.

"Dad, let's have a drink." Xu Damao and He Daqing clinked their glasses.

"Good son." He Daqing praised.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Xu Damao smiled and said, "Dad, what are your plans for the future?"

"As for me, I'm already half buried in the earth. What else can I plan for?" He Daqing sighed.

"That's why we have to return to our roots!" Xu Damao quickly interjected.

"You mean to take me back to Sijiu City?"

"Of course, your son will be able to take care of you in the future."

Xu Damao said with a smile.