The twitching man in his twenties looked thin and thin, and seemed to have no fat on his body, just a little bit of skin wrapped around his bones, looking very pitiful.

Wang Jingzhe asked Wang Chuang that was your son, Wang Chuang nodded and smiled, and then thanked Wang Jingzhe and Xiaoma with great gratitude. He kept pushing open the car door and walked over. He threw his luggage on the ground. He reached out and touched his son's head. His face was full of gentle smiles, and he murmured that he didn't know what he was saying.

You can never describe the relationship between father and son in this world in words. It is no exaggeration to say that if you talk to Wang Chuang now and use your life to repay your son's peace of mind for the rest of his life, Wang Chuang would not frown.

"Little Ma, are you worried?" Wang Jingzhe asked.

"Hmm? No hurry, what's wrong with Brother Wang?"

"If you don't have a hurry, we will stop here and go to the Ussuri River tomorrow."

Xiaoma nodded and said, "Okay, I have nothing to do when I am idle. There are more than 300 kilometers left. I will arrive no matter how I drive tomorrow. So let's find a place to live nearby?"

"No, it's in this village..."

Wang Chuang walked over with his son's hand. Seeing that their car was still there, he said to his son: "Come on, call me uncle, dad tells you that these two uncles are very good."

Wang Chuang's son kept giggling "hehe" and his saliva dripped on his clothes and wet his chest, but his eyes suddenly looked straight at the little boy in Wang Jingzhe's arms. Then his throat was still making a low noise, just like the sound of a dog before biting people.

Wang Chuang said embarrassedly: "He doesn't speak very much, and he doesn't say anything when he sees strangers."

"Brother, we can't walk anyway after a day. Let's take a break at your house today and have a hot meal?" Wang Jingzhe hugged the child and said.

Wang Chuang was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head and said, "Oh, look at my memory. I forgot that you two were dealing with each other on the road when they were having dinner. OK, OK, that's definitely OK. I wish you could stay and have a bite. That's what, you can drive over first. After entering the third brick and tile house in the left hand of the village, ours is ours. I went to the store to buy some meat and wine. There should be no food at home."

"Okay, let's go first."

Wang Chuang’s home is an ordinary farmyard. There is a vegetable field in front of two brick and tile houses. This season is already deserted. On the left are chickens and chickens with more than a dozen chickens and ducks, on the right are two pigs, and corn is dried on the open space.

Wang Chuang's mother is also a typical Northeast farmer woman. She is fat and has a bad body. She is a little loud when she speaks. When she sees Wang Jingzhe, she is very hot. She goes up to say hello and pulls it into the house. She almost wants to carry the little boy in his arms. Not long after, Wang Chuang bought a few bottles of wine, a rib and two pieces of waist meat in the small shop and handed it to his mother.

"It's still early now, it's not snowing. When it snows before the New Year, I'll kill the pigs and I'll give you a pot of pig-killing vegetables. Put some big bones in the sauerkraut and put a circle of blood sausages on it. It tastes so delicious." Wang Chuang's mother pointed to the pigpen and said, "It's too early. The pigs are not growing. We are all fed rice bran and corn stubble, and we don't eat any feed. This kind of pig is not seen in the city."

"If you have time during the Chinese New Year, I will come here as soon as I get there." Wang Jingzhe said with a smile: "I heard that you are all good, I'm really greedy."

"Let's go, go, come in and talk. Let my mom cook quickly. You must be hungry." The layout of Wang Chuang's house is very simple. There are earthen kangs in the north and south bedrooms. The household appliances look quite shabby. Apart from an old color TV, there is only an electric fan with his head hanging down, and nothing else is left.

Wang Chuang asked them to sit on the kang, and he moved a chair and sat down below. His son squatted in the corner of the wall and lowered his head. When he was stupid, he was a bit like Xiang Que before, but his eyes always looked at the child in Wang Jingzhe's arms.

After chatting for more than an hour, the taste of the kitchen came. Wang Chuang’s mother made authentic Northeast farm dishes, stewed with potatoes, a pot of fat and thin meat, stir-fried cabbage and fungus, and a plate of peanuts, plus a few bottles of sorghum wine. The Northeast dishes were almost all filled in pots. Although the dishes were very few, the amount was large enough, and these dishes were enough for seven or eight people to eat.

After the meal was ready, they sat around the kang table. Wang Chuangting said apologetically: "The family conditions are limited, unlike you who are used to eating in the city. Oh, there is no way, the conditions do not allow it. I'll forgive me, two little brothers."

Xiaoma said, "It's just right to change the taste, but I'm really proud of the farm dishes, mainly because they're fragrant."

Wang Chuang said his mother, "That's nothing. I know that it's delicious when cooking in all villages. I'll go over to help anyone with the funerals. You two should eat quickly, don't be polite, stretch the chopsticks a little longer."

Wang Jingzhe and Xiaoma were not polite, and were drinking and chatting with Wang Chuang. He saw that Wang Chuang's son was very unique when eating. He held a two-large bowl of meat, and a layer of chopped green onion was placed on top of the bowl of meat. He picked up a large piece of meat, which was almost two or three taels, and then stuffed it into his mouth and finished it with a few bites. Then he picked up another chopstick without much pause. In less than five minutes, a large bowl of meat was left to the bottom. Wang Chuang's mother sent another bowl.

Wang Jingzhe and Xiaoma were confused when they saw something that could be eaten, but they had never seen something that could be eaten like this. If it were an ordinary person, he could eat several meals. He had finished it in less than ten minutes.

Xiao Ma said in surprise: "What kind of stomach is this? Is it iron? Is it so that those women outside who cry and shout about losing weight have to sigh that God is unfair to see his way of eating. People will be fat when they drink water. Where has his meat grown? Will it not absorb it?"

Wang Chuang's son is a bit outrageous and abnormal. He ate nearly two or three kilograms of meat like this, and the whole body is less than a hundred kilograms. You can't imagine where everything is eaten.

Wang Jingzhe asked, "He has always eaten like this?"

Wang Chuang sighed and said, "I have never stopped since I was a child. If my son doesn't eat meat for a day, he will be inactive. If he doesn't eat meat for two days, he will not be able to get off the kang. If he doesn't eat meat for more than three days, he will be listless and lose half his life. There have been several times before. He ran outside to catch chickens and ducks without eating meat for two or three days. When he caught it, he wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but he almost rode on a pig and ate it..."

Xiaoma was speechless when she heard this, Wang Jingzhe frowned deeply: "I've been since I was a child. Have you not seen a doctor, what's wrong with it?"

"I have seen it, but the doctor can't tell what's going on. I just said that it may be because of digestion and does not absorb it."

"Does he really like to bask in the sun?"
Chapter completed!