Hunt down

Early in the morning, Zhou Jiming was in the courtyard of his parents.

"Old man! I asked you to accompany me to buy vegetables, why are you still wandering around!" Feng Jie stood at the door of the main house and shouted at Zhou Fu who was slowly wandering into the yard with his hands behind his back.

"You buy it yourself, how much do you make for two people?" Zhou Fu seemed angry.

"Why are you so angry! Isn't he busy with the case recently? Didn't you miss your son's birthday several times when you were busy?" Feng Jie said, turning around and closing the door, "Besides, if your son doesn't come back, you I won’t eat, but it’s my birthday? I didn’t mean you, you are so fussy when half of your foot is in the coffin, how old are you, do you know how many birthdays can be passed? You’re still angry, why are you so angry!”

Feng Jie dragged Zhou Fu outside, "I'll make your favorite shrimp today, haven't you wanted to eat it for a long time? I made it just for you!"

The gate was closed, and Feng Jie coaxed Zhou Fu all the way to the vegetable market.

As soon as they went, Feng Jie stopped immediately and bought several big bags of food ingredients, including chicken, duck and fish, and she didn't know how many people she wanted to prepare meals for.

When the two returned from the vegetable market, they met several neighbors who were also going to buy vegetables on the road. They all asked who the handsome guy at their door was, and said that they had stood at their door for a long time, laughing whenever they saw anyone. Greeting everyone is very polite.

Feng Jie thought that it couldn't be his son. If it was Zhou Jiming, he would have the key, so there was no need to stand at the door for a long time and be unable to get in.

Zhou Fu's speed was much faster, both hands were full of ingredients, and he rushed home with his head depressed, as if holding back for half an hour, Feng Jie smiled helplessly behind him, and hurriedly followed.

From a distance of ten meters, Feng Jie recognized someone.

"Xiao Nai!" She shouted with a loud laugh.

Song Nai, who was leaning against the wall with his back leaning against the wall, immediately stood up straight when he heard the voice. He was holding a jar of wolfberry wine in his hand, and he was dusty all over. Seeing the second elder queen, he nodded politely.

"uncle and auntie."

Zhou Fu's walking speed slowed down significantly. His steps seemed particularly heavy. When he walked to Song Nai's side, he greeted him casually, "Come on, little brother!"

"Well, excuse me." Song Nai freed a hand to help carry the vegetables, Zhou Fu didn't say anything, and gave Song Nai the bag in his right hand, and then took the key from the bag, "Yes... That kid called you here?"

"Forget it... Forget it, I want to thank my uncle and aunt for taking care of me last time."

The door lock was unlocked, Zhou Fu pushed the door open, raised his foot and stepped in without stopping, "Stinky boy! Stinky boy..."

Song Nai stood at the door, feeling that he was neither advancing nor retreating. Feng Jie pushed Song Nai's arm with his elbow, looked up at Song Nai, winked and said, "Go in, the old man is on the way because Ji Ming can't come back. Get angry with yourself and ignore him."

"Zhou...cough...Ji Ming is busy, so there is no other way. He will make up for his uncle when he is free."

Feng Jie dragged Song Nai to the yard, she closed the door and chatted with Song Nai, "That boy Ji Ming didn't ask you to come here, did he?"

Before Song Nai could figure out how to answer, Feng Jie continued.

"What about my stupid son? I don't know what a mother is. He is not the kind of person who doesn't have time to let a friend come back instead of him. He would rather make up this trip someday when he is free, and he won't bother Others, so don't take too much care of his face."

Song Nai felt that she had made a fool of herself.

"However, Ji Ming also made a good friend, and he still remembered his father's birthday, so he came here specially." Feng Jie said and looked at the travel bag Song Nai was carrying, "You just look at it. I just came back from Yuanmen, otherwise I would have to go far away and carry such a big bag."

Song Nai followed Feng Jie to the main house, "Well, I just came back from out of town."

"Look, I said that most of that kid Ji Ming's ability to be a policeman is because he inherited my genes. I'm really not my aunt, I'm just blowing my shit!"

Song Nai smiled lightly, "And it has inherited a lot."

Feng Jie said happily, "Xiao Nai, you are so good at talking! By the way, how is your injury? Are you all healed?"

Song Nai followed Feng Jie into the kitchen, picked up the ingredients in his hand, and waited for Feng Jie to pick them up one by one in a regular manner and stuff them into the refrigerator, "It's basically all good, nothing serious, thanks to my aunt's care."

"Oh, stop praising me. Don't you know what I did? Just a little porridge and side dishes can do a lot for you. I don't even have time to cook chicken soup for you." Feng Jie said from Song Nai took out a pack of black things from the bag he was carrying, and then held it in one hand and the other, raising his eyebrows at Song Nai as if showing off, "Coincidentally, I really bought a chicken today, and I will give it to you later." You are making soup, are you going to leave at night?"

"Ah... um... yes, thank you... thank you, aunt..."

Song Nai's voice became smaller and smaller.

He originally planned to take a look and leave, and didn't want to stay here for long, but Feng Jie and Zhou Fu's concern for Zhou Jiming, and Feng Jie's concern for himself, made him feel a kind of "home". He missed the feeling of being infatuated with the atmosphere, and Zhou Jiming was busy today, so he would definitely not come over, so Song Nai simply obeyed his heart and stayed, planning to leave after dinner.

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Feng Jie cooked a lot of dishes. At noon they had a quick meal of longevity noodles. The big dishes were all in the evening, because it took time to clean up the ingredients and stew them, so the real small Zhou Fu birthday party was reserved until the evening.

Song Nai helped Feng Jie with his busy schedule. His cooking skills are not particularly bad. Although he has not been able to make money from his cooking skills, there is absolutely no problem in supporting people. In addition, the hotel was short of staff in the early days. It was Song Nai who helped Chef Cui, so he was definitely not the one who got in the way in the kitchen.

Then Zhou Fu, the only one who got in the way, just sat in the courtyard with a fan to enjoy the cool, and would go to the entrance of the alley to have a look every now and then. Every time he came back from outside, he would mutter for a long time. Feng Jie told Song Nai to ignore him, saying that he would stop after today up.

Song Nai just laughed, he was good at dealing with all business people, but when communicating with Feng Jie, he often had poor words, always smiled to express his approval, and then lost the text.

He was annoyed that he was "not good at" at this time, but he couldn't come up with a solution. For a moment, he even wondered if the situation would be better if Zhou Jiming was there.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, all the dishes were put on the table, the big round table was lifted out, and the whole table was filled with large and small plates, leaving only a few corners for tableware.

Zhou Fu was sitting outside in a rocking chair to feed the mosquitoes. He didn't feel itchy when he was old and his skin was thick and thick. Feng Jie asked him to light mosquito coils, but he didn't respond at all. It was time to eat, and Zhou Fu was still outside motionless. Feng Jie shouted angrily:

"Zhou! You don't eat! Xiao Nai and I have been busy all day! You have been sitting all day! When we arrive, you are still there to make trouble! Let the children not see the joke!"

Song Nai quietly placed the bowl and chopsticks and kept silent. He had never seen this battle, and he didn't know what would happen next.

The lamp in the main house attracted many insects to jump up, and Feng Jie slapped a mosquito to death on her calf.

"Zhou Fu! Believe it or not, I will call my son right now! Tell him that you are awkward and don't eat, and let him come back immediately! Believe it or not!"

Song Nai froze when he heard this, and then echoed in a low voice, "Yes, Uncle, Auntie has been busy all day and cooked a whole table of dishes. If you don't come to enjoy it, I'm afraid Ji Ming will blame himself when he finds out later. of."

This really worked, the rocking chair shook a couple more times and then stopped.

Zhou Fu patted his thigh twice with a fan, and then stood up while supporting the chair. His voice was loud, shaking out all the hopelessness and loneliness, "Brother Song! Serve the wine! Let me have three glasses with the old man today!"

Saying that, Zhou Fu walked to the table, pointed at the wine Feng Jie prepared for him with his fan, "Don't want this, it's not fun, take out the Lao Baigan that Lao Zhangtou gave you last time! Today I want to drink with Song Xiaodi." Have a blast!"

Feng Jie slapped Zhou Fu on the back of his hand, "The alcohol is so strong, what if Xiao Nai won't wake up tomorrow? Don't act recklessly just because you are the birthday star today?"

Zhou Fu simply ignored her and looked directly at Song Nai, "What do you think, Brother Song? Do you want to drink with me?"

"um, I……"

"Don't give him face, just refuse." Feng Jie said, put the braised fish in Song Nai's bowl with chopsticks, "Eat, I've been tired all day, I should be hungry by now."

"Brother Song!" Zhou Fu called out again.

"Zhou Fu!" Feng Jie shouted.

"I drink! I can, I drink!" Song Nai felt that he was standing on the cracked ground, and there was a crack in the ground below. Both feet stepped on a ground, and no matter which ground was removed first, he would fall into the crack , His palms were soaked in sweat.

Zhou Fu squinted his eyes, tilted his mouth and glanced at Feng Jie, with an expression of "I won", and said triumphantly, "Go, old woman!"

Feng Jie looked at Song Nai with resentment, "Xiao Nai... you... sooner or later you'll spoil this old guy!" Then she went to fetch the wine with a full face of reluctance.

"Old woman, menopause is here, and I have a very bad temper." Zhou Fu said in a low voice.

Song Nai smiled, "Auntie is worried that your body will not be able to bear it. You can drink alcohol, but if you drink too much, it will be a heavy burden on your body."

"Brother Song." Zhou Fu drooped his face, "Today is my birthday, do you want to educate me?"

Song Nai was startled, and hurriedly said, "No, no, then... just... just this one time... that's all right..."

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Song Nai doesn't like drinking, so he doesn't hold a lot of alcohol. He should have the impression that he was a little dizzy after not drinking much, and he has no impression after that.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone talking in his ear. Not far away, there was Feng Jie's voice criticizing Zhou Fu. The voice was a little loud. He bent his head hard to a place, trying to get in and cover his ears, but that place was too loud. When it was hot, he wanted to avoid and get closer, tormenting him for a long time.

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