father - home

There is plenty of time.Before I came back, the professor had given Zhao a comprehensive physical examination.He believes that Zhao's current situation is not suitable for freezing experiments. "In another half a month, at most three weeks, it should be enough." The professor said confidently, "Of course, during this period, you should give him more nutrition to help him restore his physical fitness to the best condition. You yourself You should also be fully prepared. A perfect test sample like this is very rare. You should cherish it and don't waste it. Therefore, you can control the time freely. It depends on his physical recovery. If it is really too late, you It’s better to do some experiments on general samples first, and then accumulate some data.”

So, when I returned to the laboratory, I was not so depressed anymore; when I took out the dumplings and saw Zhao's eyes widened in excitement and a smile rippling on his face like spring water, all my troubles disappeared. Was thrown out of the cloud nine to go.

Everything in the lab is ready-made, and I often give Zhao something to eat at night.

"I'll do it today, so you can see my handicraft." Zhao volunteered to open up.

This is exactly what I wished for.I really don't know how to cook these dumplings.So far, my culinary craft has been limited to heating food.But in my mouth, I am not to be outdone.

I pursed my lips and said disdainfully: "Your craftsmanship? You didn't make these dumplings. Isn't it just cooking the raw ones? What's so strange?"

"It's nothing special? Then you come, I'm happy to eat ready-made ones." Saying this, Zhao put the half-filled pot into the sink, turned off the faucet, turned and left.

I didn't expect that Zhao would come for real, so I hurriedly called him to stop. "What are you doing?"

Zhao stopped at the door, turned his head, and replied with a serious face: "I'm going to practice the piano and wait for dinner."

"Don't go!" I yelled.

"What? You cook, what am I doing here?"

"It's just not allowed to go." I couldn't explain the reason at all, so I had to force it.

"Okay! If you don't go, you won't go." Zhao shrugged helplessly, turned around, moved a stool and sat down.

The stool is the kind of iron round stool that can be raised and lowered by rotating the stool surface in the laboratory.I was worried that the iron stool would be too cold and too hard, so I wanted to tell Zhao not to sit on it, but he had already sat on it, stepping on the ground in turn, turning around wholeheartedly, as if it was fun, until it reached the highest position, Then turn it down again, and every time it turns to face me, I can see his smug smile.

I gritted my teeth, glared at him, said nothing, and turned to work.

I filled the pot with water, put it on the electric stove, picked up the dumplings, and hesitated, should I put it in now, or wait for the water to boil?

Zhao's stool didn't seem to turn anymore, so I took a sneak peek.He did stop and look at me.Now, I understand.I slowly put the dumplings back on the table and covered the pot.Zhao's stool turned again.

I waited for the water to boil, and Zhao asked me as he turned around, "Qiu told you that he used to go to his classmates or overseas Chinese for New Year's Eve dinner, which means that there are other Chinese in Munich."

"probably."

"He didn't say who, shouldn't international students go back to China?"

"I don't know, maybe there are some who haven't left, didn't Qiu also leave?"

"That's right, you said that he has been here for 36 years, why don't I know him. There are some medical students in our group, but they certainly didn't come to the University of Munich."

"Do you think it's strange?" Zhao now climbed on the stool, with his long legs curled up and curled up on the stool, sitting like a monk meditating and chanting scriptures. It takes some skill to maintain such a posture, because he The stool underneath is simply too small.Zhao just swayed like this, holding the cupboard doors and tabletops around him in circles with his hands, looking cute and funny, just like a naughty child.I wanted to tell him to come down, don't make such dangerous moves, but I liked seeing him so carefree, so I didn't stop him. "Qiu doesn't seem to be surprised at all. When we meet that day, you should ask him when you have a chance."

"Oh!" Zhaozheng turned his back to me, he paused, and then turned back.

The water boiled, I put the dumplings in the pot, covered the pot, and thought: Huh, what's the problem, wait a while, won't it be fine?

"Qiu is from the south, right?" Zhao asked again.

"Huh? I don't know, Qiu doesn't seem to have said that." How could Zhao care about Qiu's affairs today.I'm a little puzzled.Ah, yes, today is New Year's Eve, of course he misses his relatives in his hometown even more, besides, Qiu Te specially made these dumplings for him.So I asked, "Why do you think Joe is from the South?"

"dumpling."

"Dumplings?" I don't understand.

"Dumplings in the north are not like this. People in the north like to eat dumplings. They always have a meal during the New Year and holidays. They are wrapped with both hands at the same time. It is fast and delicious. Qiu's dumplings are made with the left hand and the right hand. Pinching the edges makes it slower to wrap, which is how most southerners wrap.”

"Ah, there is another difference. Are the dumplings the same as porridge? There are many kinds?"

"There are many kinds, not only in terms of appearance, but also in terms of fillings, there are even more types." Before I could express my interest, Zhao continued. "There are pork, beef, mutton, cabbage and fennel stuffing. Of course, some meat must be added to the vegetables. This northerner likes to eat more. There are also leek stuffing and celery stuffing..."

Zhao spoke very excitedly, and I suddenly found that I couldn't understand.how?He's not speaking German, he's speaking Chinese. He doesn't know how to say those dish names in German, but he's still speaking, speaking Chinese.My heart tightened: this was the first time this had happened.Although sometimes our communication will have some obstacles.But Zhao always tried to find the appropriate vocabulary for me to understand, or explained things that only in China in German as clearly as possible, and then taught me patiently.But today, his mood worries me.He was excited, happy, and playful on the surface. He was too excited and playful, which was really unusual. Is it an illusion, used to cover up the anxiety, struggle and misery in his heart?

Just when I was in a daze, Zhao suddenly jumped off the stool and rushed in front of me.I was startled, and just about to reach out to hug him, he was already behind me, picked up the pot from the electric stove, put it heavily on the table, and then pinched his ears with both hands.It turned out that the water in the pot was boiling. If it was later, the boiling water would overflow the pot, and white foam would get everywhere.Now, the boiling water did not overflow, but it was obvious that Zhao's fingers were burned.I really want to hold his hand to see how it hurts.But I didn't do it or ask, I just took the plate silently and filled out the dumplings.

I filled a plate and handed it to Zhao.Zhao took it, scooped up a dumpling with a spoon, put it on his lips and blew it, then stretched it out in front of me.

"No, you eat first." I said while stepping back.It's not that I don't appreciate it, it's that I haven't come out of the thinking just now, and I'm still a little absent-minded.

Unexpectedly, Zhao stretched out his hand resolutely, insisting that I take the first bite first.So I reluctantly opened my mouth.

"How is it?" Zhao asked with concern.His tone was a little strange, as if he had other meanings besides asking how it tasted.

I nodded while chewing my mouthful of dumplings.After swallowing the dumplings, he said, "It's delicious!"

"Really?!" Zhao stared at me with wide eyes strangely.

"What's wrong? It's delicious!" I was puzzled.If I didn't know Zhao very well, I would definitely be very upset with his current expression.Yes, we Germans are stupid and our food is dull, but you don't have to look at me like that.

Zhao scooped up another dumpling, put it on another plate, and cut the dumpling with a knife...

God, now I understand Zhao's strange tone and expression.The outer layer of the emotional dumplings is cooked, but the center is still red, which is basically raw.My God, I just ate a bite of raw meat and thought it tasted good.

"You bastard, did you know?" I shouted at Zhao angrily.I don't know if my anger is fake or real.

Zhao has already lowered his head, poured the dumplings back into the pot, and put the pot back on the electric stove.

Being teased by him, I should say something more, my anger is not over yet.For others, I will lose my temper at any time, but not for Zhao, I even enjoy being teased by him.It's not that I'm worthless, it's just that if Zhao can joke and have a sense of humor, I feel at ease.