Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Song Xiaowu has the habit of getting up early, especially these days when he lives in Yao's house. Every morning when Aunt Lin knocks on the door after making breakfast, he has already washed and dressed, and quickly opens the door to thank him with a smile. Then went downstairs to the dining room.

But this time probably because he was supported by the big plate of tomato scrambled eggs and bibimbap the first night, Song Xiaowu couldn't fall asleep after returning to his room, so he got up and put on headphones to watch TV, waiting for the food in his stomach to subside. His upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together, so he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, he realized that it was getting late, and the knock on the door had been knocking for an unknown amount of time. The person who came was not Aunt Lin who was smiling, but his elder brother Yao Jian.

Song Xiaowu heard the sound, jumped up from the bed, and hurriedly opened the door in a big sleeping T-shirt.Outside the door, Yao Jian was neatly dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and specially put on a pair of plain glasses. Seeing that Song Xiaowu's eyes were still bloodshot, he couldn't help but speak a little gravely: "What time did you go to bed last night?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Song Xiaowu suddenly remembered that his own father had told him last week that he was going to take him to some kind of party, so it should be today, "I'll clean it up right away."

Seeing him like this, Yao Jian couldn't say more, so he said, "Pack up and change into this suit and go downstairs, I'll ask Aunt Lin to make you another breakfast." Song Xiaowu quickly agreed to put the pocket in his hand I took it.

White casual suit, light blue pinstriped shirt.Although Song Xiaowu didn't recognize the brand name, he knew the value of this set of clothes based on his feeling. After confirming that his hair was blown dry and his body was washed clean, he carefully lifted the clothes and put them on one by one: If it gets dirty, estimate the cleaning fee He can't even afford it.

Taking a picture in front of the mirror, the tailoring is perfect and fits quite well, and I don’t even have time to straighten out the wrinkles. Then I look at the slippers on my feet, and I let out a "chuck" laugh, so I have to open the door and walk out.

Yao Jian was waiting for him in the dining room.On the long dining table was a bowl of porridge and a plate of six three fresh buns.The porridge is made from ground walnuts and peanuts, and the steamed stuffed buns are stuffed with mushrooms, green bamboo shoots and yuba.The Yao family all have this taste. As for Song Xiaowu, it’s not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just that it’s too delicate, and it’s gone before he tastes it. The six buns are still his own. People are full for two.

He sat down in front of the meal well-behaved and ate quietly.Yao Jian was sitting next to him, looking at him intentionally or unintentionally: Song Xiaowu is pretty enough: big eyes, double eyelids, thick eyelashes, a straight nose, and a diamond-shaped mouth, but unfortunately he has no temperament, but he is restrained by his clothes Now, it looks like a little white face who has just been taken care of by a rich woman - not even white enough.

"Blow his hair up." Song Xiaowu was full, and just after wiping his mouth, he was brought over by a "styling consultant" who appeared out of nowhere. Yao Jian gave this order and walked away.Of course, the Yao family has neither the time nor the interest in cultivating a personal styling consultant, but this professional has also come to serve the family from time to time for a long time, which is not much different from a private exclusive.

When Song Xiaowu came out again in a daze, his messy hair was tidied up like Yao Jian's, but it was still slightly different from Yao Jian's meticulous combing method: his hair was a little more fluffy and natural , look younger.The two are standing together at the moment, at first glance they are really two brothers, even though the inner flesh is still very different.

When the old man of the Yao family was ready to leave, the two brothers hurriedly followed, helping their father into the car, one on the left and one on the right, and two guard cars escorted them one by one, and set off for a certain subordinate hotel.

In fact, the old man is not old at all, he has just passed the age of knowing his destiny, his hair is newly dyed, it is black, and it is well maintained. At least ten years old, no one would doubt it.It's just that some time ago because of the "three highs" I didn't pay attention to control for a while, I stayed in the hospital for a few days, and suddenly I felt a sense of emptiness in my life. Thinking about myself being over fifty years old, the relationship between husband and wife is indifferent, and there is only one son, and he is too good. However, it is not possible to let go of the arrogance and accept Huan's knees. I sighed several times, and suddenly remembered that when I was still training at the grassroots level in the early years, I was flirtatious and left a young son outside. There is no longer a generation to go against his wishes, so he thought about it and recognized this "relict jewel of the sea" so as to enjoy the happiness of the family.At this time, seeing the two children, one older and one younger, some of whom are better than blue, and some who are well-behaved and docile, all sitting beside him, I can't help feeling very relieved.Consciously and kindly said to Song Xiaowu: "Xiaowu, everyone will call you by your first name in a while, don't be overwhelmed."

Song Xiaowu was brought into Yao's house. According to the old man's opinion, his surname should be Yao, and his name had to be changed.Although Song Xiaowu was not very happy in his heart, he also knew that the old man seemed easy-going. After so many years of posing as a superior, he had already melted into his bones. He didn't give himself a chance to object, so he smiled and said: "But my name is It’s been more than [-] years, so let’s keep it as a nickname, lest others call me, I still can’t react.” After thinking about it, the old man agreed, and from then on he set Song Xiaowu’s nickname Yao Du, and the family members Also called Xiao Wu.

When he first stepped into the lobby of the hotel, Song Xiaowu was unavoidably nervous: he has been a senior citizen for more than [-] years, what kind of senior leader, except for watching the TV news when he has time, how could he have dreamed of meeting a real person one day?Hey guys, there's more than one!

He almost tripped over the flat ground, but fortunately he supported the old man himself, but he stabilized him with the help of the old man.Song Xiaowu blinked his eyes helplessly, as if this could revive his brain that had been in a constant state of blankness—well, he was indeed more than "a little" nervous.

In order to divert his attention, he began to wonder, how old is the old man of the Yao family?

No one really told him, anyway, from the time he was picked up from a restaurant by a group of high-level bodyguards, he did a paternity test in a daze, and was led to a low-key building that seemed to be everywhere. In a high-end house, I was told by a very young old man, "I am your real father, and I will come back to live with you tomorrow", which is just a few blinks of the eye.The Yao family may have a lot of power and a lot of money. He guessed based on the house and the car that those "bodyguards" came to pick him up-Song Xiaowu didn't have much knowledge, but his intuition was better than animals at critical moments.

As soon as Mr. Yao showed up, everyone in the lobby stood up in unison, as if mushrooms popped up from the ground in the blink of an eye after the rain, and they all wanted to come forward to say hello.Song Xiaowu did not have the calm demeanor of Mr. Yao and Yao Jian, although he guessed that most of these people were still struggling on the edge of a certain circle and trying to get in the middle, in the eyes of the Yao family——no, it was not their turn at all. When they got into the eyes of Yao's family—but after all, they couldn't resist glancing at the group of people, and just followed the two people in front of them in a deliberately suppressed "buzzing" sound.

"Old Yao! How long has it been since I saw you? Come on, let's continue the game of chess from last time?" The atmosphere in the room was like another world, and everyone's attitudes were too much like normal old friends and old buddies So Song Xiaowu couldn't help but feel that this place is even more abnormal than the outside.

Old Master Yao walked up to the gray-haired old man who greeted him to play chess with a smile and sat down, then said to the two brothers standing there: "Say hello to all the uncles, you young people can enjoy themselves."

Before Song Xiaowu figured out the deep meaning of these words, Yao Jian called them "Uncle X" and "Uncle X" one by one.Which of the present is not an old fox who has been up and down for many years?They all know that it is impossible for Mr. Yao to point to the young man in front of him and say, "This is the romantic debt I incurred back then", and it is impossible for him to enjoy the same treatment as the eldest son. Both politics and business have policy support from above— ——Even if the Yao family is willing, the higher-ups are not willing—it is just to let the youngest son know his face in this circle, so that everyone will take care of him if there is anything in the future.So the expression on his face was very indifferent, and he nodded with a smile and said "um".

After all, Song Xiaowu suffered from lack of knowledge.These people in front of them are indeed important figures, but they have not yet reached the point of the pyramid where only one person can stand, and they have hardly appeared on TV.Although Song Xiaowu knew that the old man asked him to say hello to someone who must be a big shot, he didn't have the guts to guess such a high status.

Therefore, in comparison, he still felt that those people outside were more difficult to resist. After following Yao Jian out for a few minutes, he was bombarded by rounds of flirty strike-ups and compliments, and fled in vain.

Pretending to enter the bathroom, I saw a person walking towards me, and I was wondering whether I should greet him proactively, but when I took another look, I suddenly felt that the person looked familiar: Damn, isn’t that me in the mirror!At this moment, Song Xiaowu, who was in this situation, was suddenly in a trance, not the trance of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, but the trance of Huang Liang Yimeng—but he would rather see the pot of yellow rice porridge.

He kind of thought about just going home.The specific address of his home is the foldable wire bed next to Li Tianqi's bed in the room on the second floor of Liji Restaurant.

A burst of unhurried footsteps interrupted his babbling thoughts. Yao Jian walked in and was not surprised to see him like this: "Father will leave in the afternoon, since everyone who should see You don't want to stay here, I'll take you back first."

Song Xiaowu was a little surprised that he was so talkative. Although the elder brother never showed any sign that he would not agree to his request, Song Xiaowu always felt that he was too serious, so he was inevitably a little afraid of him.

"Oh, that's troublesome brother." The habit developed over the years makes Song Xiaowu always smile with a kind of flattering feeling unless he is facing the closest person. This kind of flattery may not be noticed by others, but what is Yao Jian doing? People who grew up in the environment?But even though he didn't like to see the other person's expression, he didn't say anything. He happened to catch a glimpse of the back of Song Xiaowu's head in the mirror. A small bird's nest was also messed up.

Yao Jian stretched out his hand to take care of him without thinking much. Song Xiaowu was taken aback by his sudden attack. He looked up and saw that the other party's expression was still indifferent, and he could even see the pickiness in his eyes through the flat lens: this is completely It's because Song Xiaowu's lock of hair is very disobedient and he refuses to be submissive.Song Xiaowu finally regained some self-knowledge, knowing that this action was absolutely nothing to Yao Jian's expression of brotherhood.

The air conditioner in Yao Jian's car was turned on a bit low, and Song Xiaowu shuddered several times as soon as he sat in it. After shaking twice, he found that he was hungry. He felt that he really wanted to eat a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

But he can't go in this suit, and he probably can't afford the cleaning fee if it gets dirty.