I really don't want to be a teacher

"Let's eat first."

Hearing the sound, the old man slowly put down his hand, turned his head again, looked at the bag of steamed buns, stretched out his hand, grabbed a steamed bun, put it in his mouth, and gnawed on it bit by bit.

"...Dad, eat slowly, drink some soup, don't just eat steamed buns, don't choke for a while."

Stretching out his hand, the middle-aged man took the bowl in front of the old man, took a spoon, filled the bowl of soup, and put it in front of the old man.

Hearing the sound, the old man still lowered his head and remained silent. He took the steamed bun and ate it bit by bit.

"...Here we come, here we come, here comes the food."

The waiter came out of the kitchen with the dishes again.

……

"...Young man, your dishes are ready, do you think I need some food for you?" The waiter put down the dishes and asked.

"Excuse me." Nodding his head, Lian Ge responded.

"Then wait a moment, I'll bring you some food."

The waiter said, and walked away quickly.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge looked at the dining table next to him.

……

"Dad, eat slowly, don't just eat steamed buns, eat something special, this dish is good, and the stew is relatively bad."

"... Mantou, you have to eat mantou, you can only eat mantou..."

Chapter 393 Mantou is delicious, you have to eat mantou

"...Dad, drink some soup, don't choke."

At the side dining table, the middle-aged man was eating, talking to his father, stopping his chopsticks from time to time, picking up the soup bowl and spoon, and feeding the old man some soup.

The old man, on the other hand, lowered his head, held the steamed buns, ate in one bite, chewed, choked in his stomach, stretched the spoon to his mouth, then slowly raised his head, with the steamed buns in his mouth, staring blankly. With a middle-aged man,

"...You drink, you drink... Dad eats steamed buns."

Whispering, the old man held the half-eaten steamed bun in his hand, looked at his son in a trance, and repeated,

"I still have a big bowl here, Dad, take a sip first."

The middle-aged man handed the spoon and said to his father,

Hearing this, the old man stared at his son in a daze, and slowly opened his mouth. After drinking the spoonful of soup, he lowered his head again and stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth one mouthful at a time.

"...Dad, eat slowly, we are not in a hurry."

The middle-aged man put down the soup bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and said to his father,

Hearing this, the old man didn't respond, just lowered his head, remained silent, stuffed steamed buns into his mouth, and chewed.

"Dad, are the steamed buns so delicious? Don't eat some, your stomach is not very good, eat some of these soups, it will help you digest..."

The middle-aged man picked up the chicken from the stew with chopsticks and put it in his father's bowl.

Hearing this, the old man raised his head slowly, looked at his son in a daze, then lowered his head again,

"The steamed buns are delicious...you have to eat the steamed buns..."

Biting the steamed bun, the old man murmured and repeated,

"...Then dad, eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll go out and buy it for you. Don't choke..."

While talking, the middle-aged man put down his chopsticks again, picked up the soup bowl, filled a tablespoon of soup, and handed it to the old man's mouth.

The old man slowly opened his mouth, took a sip, raised his hand again, and ate the steamed buns in his hand.

"...Dad, now that Mom is gone, you will live with me here from now on, and I can take care of you on weekdays."

The middle-aged man put down the soup bowl and said to his father,

The old man stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth and chewed them, but kept his head down and remained silent.

"It's a little late tonight, so let's have a meal near the high-speed rail station here, and then we'll go home directly after eating... I'll take Dad to the hospital to have a look at it tomorrow."

The middle-aged man was talking, then picked up the chopsticks, and while holding the food, eating, he said to his father sitting beside him.

Listening to the middle-aged man's words, the old man slowly stopped his hands and raised his head slowly.

With steamed buns in his mouth, he opened his mouth slightly, and just looked at his son like that, as if he wanted to say something,

"...Dad, do you want to ask Rong Hui?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the old man, and after asking a question, he paused again, showing a smile on his father's face,

"She, she has some things to go back to her mother's house, so she didn't come to the high-speed rail station to pick you up."

While talking, the middle-aged man smiled, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up the chopsticks dish, put it in his mouth, and ate it.

The old man looked at his son in a daze, in a daze, with one hand still holding the half of the steamed bun, and the other hand was still stained with some steamed bun residue, and he slowly lifted it up.

Gently, he stroked his son's hair,

The middle-aged man paused again, followed closely, and turned his head again, with a smile on his face, looking at his father,

"Dad, it's okay...it's okay...Dad, you can eat, and we'll go home after dinner."

Hearing this, the old man looked at his son, remained silent, said nothing, slowly lowered his hand, lowered his head, took the steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...Dad, eat slowly, don't worry... have another sip of soup."

After the old man stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, his two callused hands picked up another steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

The middle-aged man put down his chopsticks again, and picked up the soup bowl while talking to his father.

……

"...Little brother, this is a meal for you. You can use it slowly. If you need anything, just call."

The waiter who made a bowl of rice came over again, and put the bowl of rice in front of Lian Ge,

"Thank you."

Looking back, Lian Ge nodded,

"You're welcome."

The waiter responded with a smile, turned around again, and walked towards the table next to him.

"Sir, do you think you want to serve a bowl of porridge for the old man?"

Facing the middle-aged man and looking at the old man, the waiter asked aloud,

"Thank you, please bring me a bowl." The middle-aged man turned his head and nodded.

"Then wait a moment..."

The waiter said, and walked away quickly again.

"...Dad, eat slowly..." The middle-aged man turned his head and said to his father again.

……

Picking up the chopsticks, picked up the food on the chopsticks, and handed it to the greedy mouse on his shoulder. Lian Ge turned his gaze to the table next to him.

Looking at the old man stuffing steamed buns into his mouth one by one, and the middle-aged man who was looking after him, Lian Ge paused again,

"Old man, seeing how delicious this steamed bun is, I'm really greedy. I wonder if I can give one of your steamed bun to me."

Smiling, Lian Ge said,

Hearing the sound, there was a mouthful of silence. The old man eating steamed buns slowed down, while the middle-aged man holding the soup bowl turned his head.

"...Young man, I'm sorry, my dad has Alzheimer's disease, it's hard to communicate with people..."

With an apology on his face, the middle-aged man said to Lian Ge,

"Young man, you want a steamed bun, right..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man turned around and prepared to take out a steamed bun from the bag and hand it to Lian Ge.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged man paused his movements and voice,

On the side, the old man stuffing steamed buns into his mouth slowly raised his head,

After staring at Lian Ge in a daze, he turned his head slowly, stretched out his hand, and picked up a steamed bun from the bag.

With a trembling hand, he passed it towards Lian Ge,

"Give... give..."

Whispering, the old man said to Lian Ge,

Glancing at the old man, Lian Ge smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and took the steamed buns handed over by the old man.

"Thank you, old man."

"No thanks...no thanks..."

The old man spoke, then slowly turned his head back, lowered his head, took the steamed bun in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth one by one.

"...Young man, thank you, my dad hasn't talked to anyone else for a long time."

The middle-aged man looked at his father, then turned his head, and said to Lian Ge,

"It was okay when my mother was still there, but now..."

Hearing this, Lian Ge picked up the steamed bun that the old man handed over, ate it,

The steamed buns are just ordinary steamed buns, but the lingering voice from this side adds some other flavor to it,

Smiling slightly, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the old man at the table next to him, with his head buried in silence, eating steamed buns bit by bit,

"Old man, can you tell me and your son why you like to eat steamed buns?"

Speaking in a calm tone, Lian Ge raised his hand and waved lightly at the old man's hand.

Hearing the sound, the old man's son, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at his father,

The old man who was eating steamed buns slowed down his movements and raised his head slowly. His cloudy eyes were in a daze, and he turned his head in a daze. First, he looked at Lian Ge.

Turning back slowly, he looked at his son.

Dazed, holding the steamed bun still in his hand, looking at his son, the old man opened his mouth, murmured, and repeated,

"... Mantou... You have to eat mantou, you can only eat mantou."

"...You can buy three white steamed buns for one dollar."

Chapter 394 60 yuan, 300 yuan... go home

"...Dagong costs 60 yuan a day... 1800 yuan a month."

At the dining table, the old man looked at his son in a daze, murmured, and said,

"...My wife is chronically ill and has high blood pressure. She needs to take medicine. She needs to take medicine. It costs 300 yuan a month..."

"The house at home is badly broken, it's time to fix it, it's time to fix it..."

"...My son is promising, successful, and has been admitted to college."

The old man murmured and said, with a smile on his face,

"...to go to university in a big city, the tuition fee is more than 4000 yuan a year, the accommodation fee is [-] yuan, and living expenses...I have to save money, I have to save money..."

"You can buy three white steamed buns for one yuan...you have to eat steamed buns, you can only eat steamed buns. Steamed buns are delicious, steamed buns are delicious..."

Whispering and talking, the old man smiled, raised his head again, picked up the steamed bun in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...I have to eat fast, I have to eat fast, I have to go to work soon..."

With trembling hands, the old man stuffed steamed buns into his mouth,

Immediately afterwards, his hand trembled, and the remaining half of the steamed bun fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly got down and reached out to pick up the steamed buns that fell on the ground.