The daily life of a full-level boss (MTL)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Sweet Cherry

    "As a gift?"

    "Yeah! Send me an old friend, he likes to eat fish the most."

    The old friend Duan Weiguo said was named Zhang Jianbing, a colleague who used to teach at the same school as him. The two have been together since they were in their twenties. As a teacher in the middle school in the town, after so many years, he has become a good friend.

    This person loves to eat fish. For their family's dinner, they have to cook fish one day a week. For his hobby, Zhang Jianbing's son also opened a grilled fish restaurant in the town. Now there is such a delicious food. Yu, Duan Weiguo of course immediately thought of his old friend.

    "Then I'll go to the mountain tomorrow to catch it."

    Qu Zhong wiped the water stains on his hands and replied, the washed tableware and chopsticks were piled up into a hill, Zhang Chaohong put the chopsticks in the cupboard and joked: "If there is something good, you will think of your old friend. , why don't you want to send some to your brother-in-law."

    "You..." Duan Weiguo was speechless.

    Quickly reaching out to interrupt the dispute between the two, Qu Zhong flattered and assured Zhang Chaohong, "I will definitely catch a few for my uncle."     "

    It's almost the same!" In

the hospital in the city, I’m afraid it will take a few months to see people.”

    As people get older, various functions degenerate along with them. Zhang Jianbing suffered from high blood pressure and high blood lipids ten years earlier, and he I love drinking, and my blood pressure keeps going up and down. Some time ago, I was sent to a big hospital because of a sudden cerebral infarction.

    Although his life was saved later, half of his body was inconvenient, and he had to recover in the hospital for a period of time.

    "Look at Zhang Jianbing, do you still dare to drink?"

    Duan Weiguo also likes to drink, especially at dinner, he will definitely drink a glass or two of bubble wine to relieve his cravings. Zhang Chaohong couldn't get used to his habit long ago. educate.

    Duan Weiguo opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, Qu Zhong hurriedly raised his hand: "I'll go up the mountain to pick some herbs for grandpa to make wine, and drink some medicinal wine will be fine." After appeasing this side, he quickly appeases the other side: "Grandpa I can only drink a small cup in the future."

    The two were attracted by what he said about collecting herbs. Zhang Chaohong grabbed Qu Zhong's arm and pinched it violently: "You even learned how to collect herbs in the past few years after graduation."

    "There are also people in the village who grow herbs for a living. As a village cadre, of course you have to know what your family grows?" Qu Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Besides, there are quite a few retired old Chinese medicine practitioners in the village, and I'm fascinated by it." The

    three of them stood in the kitchen and chatted for a long time, until Qu Zhong felt that he couldn't make it any longer, so he yawned and looked very sleepy and quickly smeared oil on the soles of his shoes.

    When the lights in the room in front went dark, he took Sancai to the field again.

    The quiet valley is full of the chirping of insects one after another, and occasionally I can hear a few bird calls from the mountains.