Chapter 1271 The taste of home

Chapter 1271 The taste of home

Zeng Wangcai, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance.

"Ah sneeze..."

Waking up with a sneeze, Zeng Wangcai opened his eyes in a daze: "This is... the taste of Nine-turn Large Intestine, Sha Zhu's specialty... is it home?"

"We're home, Dad, come down quickly!"

"LeLe..."

Zeng Wangcai got off the car and Zeng Le jumped onto his back, just like when they were little.

After being away for such a long time, Zeng Wangcai was worried about his parents, but what he missed most was his precious daughter.

Some people say that this is not right?

There's no way, human feelings can't be faked.

People go to high places and water flows to low places. Most of the emotions of parents are given to their children.

Walking into Caishen Lane, you will see familiar people, familiar voices, and a familiar scent in the air.

The most unforgettable thing is the local accent, the sound of the erhua sound in my ears makes Zeng Wangcai feel like he has truly returned.

"Hey, Wangcai is back. I was wondering how to start the feast today. It's a big happy occasion."

"Brother Cai is back, Brother Cai is back!"

"Wangcai, who did you beat up this time?"

"I heard on the news that the foreigners who bullied us at the time returned all our treasures. This was a great job."

"Wangcai, my grandfather had a chamber pot that was stolen. Can you talk to the higher-ups and have it returned to our family?"

"Come on, take your ancestral chamber pot back to fill it with wine, and ignore this shameless old man..."

"..."

The British country admitted defeat. It has been a long time since the cultural relics were returned, but such a big event has been reported many times in the country. In addition, a new museum was built in the old city and has been open for some time. Many people have visited it.

At the entrance of the museum, the most conspicuous place is a portrait of Zeng Wangcai, and below the portrait it is clearly noted Zeng Wangcai's contribution to the return of cultural relics.

This is just like the portraits of celebrities that used to hang on the walls of primary schools. So now Zeng Wangcai’s name has truly become a household name, which is very different from before.

"Uncle Qian, this is your old man's chamber pot. If I hadn't brought it back, the foreigners would have treated it as a treasure." Zeng Wangcai came alive as he walked among the neighbors. "If you want to drink, just use your spittoon."

"Go to hell with Wangcai, you're picking on your uncle."

"Okay, drink first and we'll talk later."

Zeng Wangcai walked in while chattering, and finally saw Lin Huyang and Huang Liang standing at the gate of the courtyard with smiles on their faces.

"Come on, you naughty monkey!" Lin Huyang touched the head of the child next to him.

Well, get the stuff out.

Zeng Wangcai stood happily at the door for several minutes. If Zhang Xiuzhi had not taken action, Zeng Wangcai would have hardly had time to enter the yard.

The hanging flower gate and the reverse seat, it feels so good.

"Second uncle and second aunt..."

"Dad, Mom!"

Zeng Youqian and his wife came out of the kitchen, and the moment Zeng Youqian saw his son, he realized that his son had returned today and that he had been kept a secret by his family.

Watching his wife talking to his son, Zeng Youqian said angrily, "You don't treat me as your own parent, do you? You all kept secrets from me, Lele, you kept secrets from me too!"

"Grandpa, this is not my idea. You should ask grandma." Zeng Le immediately passed the blame.

"Don't be afraid of him!" Chen Yumei also got angry. "Ever since your second uncle got him that dog, he has completely changed. He walks the dog in the morning and in the evening, and never even looks at me... How can you be considered a parent like this?"

"What dog?" Zeng Wangcai was stunned. "By the way, why don't we see the second and third dogs?"

How come they still have conflicts when they are so old?

"I'm on a business trip. Don't ask me. I'll call them when you come back, but they said they don't have time." Chen Yumei got angry again, "Do they still have you as their big brother? That's fine, but why do they have to bring back this dog..."

Well, I'm really angry.

Zeng Wangcai saw a silly little red dog sitting outside the kitchen, sticking out its tongue and looking at him. The dog leash was hanging loosely on a tree branch, obviously with no restraint, but the dog was very well behaved and didn't make any noise.

"You're still talking about a dog?" Zeng Youqian got even angrier. "Don't you know why Lao Er found a dog for me? Wangcai, please judge for yourself. Your mother has been passionate about dancing since she started. She dances in the morning and at night. Don't I feel lonely? What's wrong with finding a dog?"

"Are you lonely? Why don't you tell me about your drinking? You drink at noon, at night, and sometimes you want to drink a little in the middle of the night."

“Can I drink if I’m not lonely?”

"you......"

Zeng Wangcai was overwhelmed. What was going on?

He quickly turned to his wife for help. He really couldn't break this situation. His wife was the only one who could keep the family safe.

"Stop arguing!" Zhang Xiuzhi was indeed a woman who could keep the house in check. She shouted softly, asking her parents-in-law to shut up. Then she pointed at Xiao Feihong and said, "You, come here..."

Little Feihong actually understood, and she lifted her fat butt off the ground and walked over swayingly.

Zhang Xiuzhi grabbed the skin behind the little fat red boy's neck and lifted him up. The boy didn't make a fuss but slowly dug with his front paws.

"It's a good dog. From now on, he is your master!" Zhang Xiuzhi threw Xiao Feihong to Zeng Wangcai and turned around and said, "Mom and Dad, the problem is solved. The dog is for Wangcai. From now on, Dad can only drink twice a day, and it must be red wine. And, Mom, you have to accompany Dad when he drinks."

Zeng Youqian & Chen Yumei: "......"

It has to be said that Zhang Xiuzhi is not only able to protect the house, but her knife is as sharp as before. With one chop, all the troubles are cut off.

"Alright, alright, let's eat!" Zeng Wangcai quickly tried to smooth things over. "I'm so hungry. Mom and Dad, you don't know how much I miss having a bite of home-cooked food outside. Can we eat? Everyone outside is eating."

"Eat, eat, eat, let's eat!"

When the food was served, Zeng Wangcai knew what was in it just by looking at it: "Spiced pork ribs... No, it's soy sauce pig's trotters, braised pork ribs and eggs, our specialty stir-fried fish fillet... Oh my, fried dumplings, I can tell at a glance that it's my dad's."

This is the taste of home, which cannot be replaced anywhere, no matter whether it is delicacies from land and sea, or fresh seafood, this is the taste that cannot be replaced.

The taste of every home is different. It has nothing to do with whether the dishes are delicious or not, but only with the person in the family who is busy in the kitchen for a long time.

Zeng Wangcai’s memory of home in his previous life is gone, replaced by his current home. He feels that in the future, the taste of home is slowly disappearing.

More and more young people leave their homes with great difficulty and go to cities thousands of miles away to work hard. Some of them can only go back once or twice a year, and some cannot even go back once a year. These young people only know the taste of home, but cannot carry on passing on this taste.

"It's delicious, so delicious. Your cooking skills have improved." Zeng Wangcai praised his mother while eating.

Little Feihong squatted quietly at Zeng Wangcai's feet, waiting to be fed...