Doctor: I picked up attributes in the hospital

Chapter 89

06:30 in the evening.

Zhao Heng returned to the apartment assigned by the hospital. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Heng saw that the elders were already sitting at the dining table waiting for him. The dining table was full of dishes.

"Son, wash your hands and eat. The dishes you cook today are all your favorite."

When Zhao's mother saw her son coming back, she immediately said with a smile on her face.

She hasn't seen her son for more than a year. Originally, she planned to stay for a few more days to take care of her son's life when she came up this time.

But when she was in her hometown, she heard a lot of rumors about Beidiao, living in the basement, renting an upper bunk for 700 yuan, and so on.

Fortunately, after coming here, she found that her son was doing well, so Mother Zhao was relieved.

"Well, Mom."

Zhao Heng nodded, feeling a warm current in his heart.

He has been working hard in Beishi for almost two years since he graduated. In these two years, he doesn't know how he persisted until now.

Fortunately, the clouds are shining and the moon is bright now, and all the unbearable things have passed.

Zhao Heng changed his slippers, washed his hands, and sat down at the dining table.

"Mom and Dad, don't leave when you come this time, I can live here too. At my hometown, if you rent land to plant now, you can't make much money, and you have to rely on the sky for food."

Zhao Heng suggested to his parents again.

"You child, my father and I just came to see you. What can your father and I do here in such a big city?"

After hearing what her son said, Mother Zhao said immediately.

Of course she wanted to stay by her son's side to take care of him, but she also knew the hardships of survival in Beishi, so she didn't want to burden her son.

"Don't the family just want to be together? The money I earn now is enough to support our family of three. Besides, if you and my dad feel that you are in a hurry, just find something easy to do."

Zhao Heng persuaded.

The longer he worked in the hospital, the more life and death he saw, the more Zhao Heng felt the value of his loved ones.

Zhao's mother wanted to say something more, but Zhao's father said: "Just listen to my son."

He knew his son well, if he hadn't thought about it, he wouldn't have said such a thing.

As for finding something to do, Father Zhao didn't panic because he was skilled.

In his hometown, apart from farming, Father Zhao made big mats, red mats and white mats everywhere.

In my hometown, ten miles and eight towns, the level of making rice noodles is unanimously recognized by everyone.

It was because of this skill that Zhao's father was able to confess such a famous college student as Zhao Heng.

Being able to make a large table of noodles, various side dishes and snacks, and pasta, Father Zhao is naturally no problem.

However, what Father Zhao is best at is making noodles. All kinds of noodles can be said to be at his fingertips. In terms of noodles, Father Zhao can be said to have devoted all his efforts and has been studying them for half his life.

"Old man, you don't want to open a noodle shop, do you? With your little craftsmanship, people still eat it in your hometown. In this kind of big city, people who are well-informed, who will eat what you make?!"

After so many years together, as soon as Father Zhao opened his mouth, Mother Zhao knew her wife's plan.

However, she was a little unconfident. Although in her hometown, her wife's skill in making banquets was praised by everyone from all over the world, but in a big city like Beishi, it might be difficult for people to buy it.

"Dad, it's too hard to do catering."

Zhao Heng couldn't help saying.

"What's the hard work? Are you going to let me stay at home every day and end up with dementia?"

Father Zhao waved his hand and said.

"That's it. Your mother and I still have some savings. Tomorrow, I will go to the nearby vegetable market to see if there is a suitable small store."

After a pause, Father Zhao said again.

Apparently he had thought about it a long time ago.

In a place like the vegetable market, the rent is much lower than that on the main street, and there is a lot of traffic, so you really don't have to worry about business if you do it well.

Moreover, it has been Father Zhao's long-cherished wish to open his own noodle restaurant.

No matter how big or small the shop is, as long as you can have your own shop, the old couple will guard the shop every day, making their own specialty pasta, and their son is still by their side. For Father Zhao, who has been busy for half his life, there is nothing happier thing.

Seeing that his father was so persistent, Zhao Heng didn't say anything more.

As long as the second elder can stay, this is enough for Zhao Heng.

Besides, his monthly income is pretty good now. A rough calculation, the salary performance bonus, plus the income from the self-media, is also [-] to [-].

As for the small stores in the vegetable market, Zhao Heng thought, the monthly rent is at most about three thousand. If you find someone who is already doing catering and snacks, transfer the tables, chairs, benches, tableware, etc., all the expenses will add up to four thousand. Fifty thousand is enough.

This store doesn't need to earn much money when it is opened, the main purpose is to find something for the elders to do. In Zhao Heng's view, it's enough to just hang around every day.

"Son, is the girl who accompanied you to pick us up that day our future daughter-in-law?"

Mother Zhao asked suddenly.

The old man was concerned about opening a noodle restaurant, and Mother Zhao was most concerned about her future daughter-in-law.

"Mom, you don't even count as a girlfriend now."

Zhao Heng shook his head slightly and said.

"What? Girlfriends don't even count?"

Hearing her son's words, Zhao's mother was a little shocked.

From the perspective of the elderly, picking them up with their sons, and arranging this and that, this kind of thing, in the hometown, basically only the future daughter-in-law will do.

"Mom, don't worry about it. We young people have a young way of getting along."

Zhao Heng said.

"Okay, but you can hold on tight, I'm still waiting to hold my grandson."

Mother Zhao nodded and said.

"Mom, I'm still young..."

Hearing what his mother said, Zhao Heng said helplessly.

"What's young? At your age, many people in my hometown have already had a second child."

Mother Zhao said.

"My son has just started his career now, and it's time to concentrate on his work. Besides, what age is it now, it's okay to be late."

Father Zhao persuaded.

He understood that his son was able to have a formal job in a big city like Beishi, and the hospital even allocated a house for him, which was already very good among young people.

As for starting a family, I am afraid it will take a longer time to accumulate.

Each generation has its own concept. In the era of Zhao Heng's parents, anyone who had a bicycle when they got married was considered a wealthy family.

But now this kind of situation basically does not happen among young people. The more they are in big cities, the more they are required to have cars and houses and earn millions a year.

But in Zhao Heng's heart, he also wanted to start his career first, and the rest could only be discussed later.

(End of this chapter)