Chapter 114
The Green Tea’s Crushing Victories in the ’70s
Recalling the aroma earlier that could grip oneâs heart, Wen Ruguiâs pace hastened.
As soon as he walked inside the yard, a domineering aroma came from inside the house. His heart shook and he hurried up inside the house.As soon as he had entered the house, he saw Old Mr. Wen chowing down on the pickled cabbage and fish. As he ate, he even said, âXiao Zong. This is so delicious! I have never had fish this tender in my entire life!ââLao Jiangâs cooking was nothing but dog poop when compared to this girlâs cooking!âXiao Zong, you had quite a few already. I donât think you should have more.ââYes, Commander.âUncle Zong put down his chopsticks reluctantly. This was the first time he had a hint of resentment toward his Commander.The pickled cabbage and fish was too delicious. The fish was so tender. And, along with the red peppers, the sour and spicy taste was unrivaled.He had never had fish this delicious in his entire life. How could Commander be so stingy?When Wen Rugui walked over, he said with displeasure in his voice, âGrandpa, why didnât you wait for me before you started?âOld Mr. Wen rolled his eyes. âIâm already 70 years old and I canât be starved. So what if I started without you. Are you asking a 70-year-old man to wait for you to come home before he can eat his lunch? How unconscientious of you!âWen Rugui, ââ¦â¦.âI didnât see you saying that you are 70 years old when you pretended to be ill and snacked.Old Mr. Wen hrumped again. âBesides, you ate the fish that Lao Jiang made for me last time and I ate the fish made by Miss Young Grass this time. Thatâs called tit for tat.âWen Rugui, ââ¦â¦â¦â¦âWen Rugui felt the urge to cuss for the very first time in his life. What bull crap tit for tat?!Nevertheless, this was no time for bantering. If he didnât hurry up and start soon, Old Mr. Wen would polish off the pickled cabbage and fish.Wen Rugui quickly sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and trawled the plate. All he got was pickled cabbage. He tried again. Still only pickled cabbage.He was worried. Was there no fish left?Not wanting to believe that was the case, he tried one more time. All there was left on the large plate was a few strands of pickled cabbage and some hot peppers.âGrandpa, you didnât even leave me with one piece?âA hint of guilt crossed Old Mr. Wenâs eyes, but just a hint.âIs it all gone? Oh, Xiao Zong must have eaten them all.âUncle Zong, who ate a total of three bites, ââ¦â¦âSad and speechless, Wen Rugui said, âGrandpa, the doctor had said that you shouldnât be having anything spicy.âOld Mr. Wen waved his hand. âMy health is fine. Besides, this girl is so thoughtful. She put barely any hot pepper in, knowing that I canât have anything spicy.âWen Rugui, ââ¦â¦âShe wasnât thoughtful because of you.After an entire bowl of rice, Old Mr. Wen finally couldnât eat anymore. âYou can have the rest of the pickled cabbage.âWen Rugui, ââ¦â¦âWhy thank you so much.Leading back into his chair, Old Mr. Wen had a very contented look on him. âThat fish filet was so amazing. It was so smooth in my mouth. I consider myself half a taotie but, all these years of having fish, none of them was as good as what Iâve had today!âWen Rugui, ââ¦â¦â¦â¦âGrandpa, did you do that purposefully or purposefully or purposefully?Old Mr. Wen asked, âRugui, Xiao Zong told me that the girlâs surname is Tong. Which Tong [character] is it? Which family is she from? How did you two meet?âWen Rugui remained silent as he quietly ate the pickled cabbage.His dull look annoyed Old Mr. Wen. âFine, donât tell me anything. But I am going to tell you right now. Sheâs pretty and a good cook. You better watch out. If she is not interested in you, I am going to have her be my adopted granddaughter!âHe would not let a girl who could cook so well benefit another family.If his grandson was too useless, then he would just have her be his adopted granddaughter.Wen Rugui, ââ¦â¦â