Hearing Old Man Ling's words, Yuan Zhou choked up and didn't speak.

After a while, Yuan Zhou spoke: "Can you borrow the kitchen?"

"Yes, go ahead, there it is. Old Man Ling pointed to the left-hand side and said.

"Okay, thanks. Yuan Zhou nodded in thanks.

Old Man Ling shook his head, while Ling Hong was wearing filial piety on his own, just like a real grandson.

Yin Ya, Jiang Changxi and Wu Hai, who came with them, quietly tied white cloth on their arms, indicating that they were relatives and friends.

Yuan Zhou quietly cooked in the kitchen, first boiling a pot of porridge, and then began to cook other dishes.

"It's good to drink some porridge early in the morning, although there is no snow cabbage, but I make something else to eat, and Uncle Jia, you haven't eaten it." Yuan Zhou said silently.

"This time the pot meat is also good. Yuan Zhou remembered that when Ling Hong was treated, Uncle Jia had a soft spot for returning to the pot meat, and began to make meat again.

The ingredients in the kitchen are very rich, a lot, enough for Yuan Zhou to make all the dishes that Uncle Jia once ordered in the store.

There are Uncle Jia's favorite egg fried rice and back-to-the-pot meat, and some of Uncle Jia's rare ones, and even a Dongpo elbow that Uncle Jia didn't have time to order.

The table was full of dishes, Yuan Zhou's hands and feet didn't stop, and the clothes behind him were soaked with sweat, but he still didn't mean to stop.

Just keep cooking.

It wasn't until Old Man Ling came over to call someone that Yuan Zhou suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Let's go, send Squad Leader Jia up the mountain. Old Man Ling looked at the kitchen full of plates of dishes and said softly.

"Hmm. Yuan Zhou nodded, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands seriously.

"The food boxes are all in the cupboard. Old Man Ling pointed to the other side of the kitchen, where there was a whole side of cabinets.

"Good. Yuan Zhou responded, and then walked over to open the cupboard.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of food boxes inside, a lot.

The food box is very clean, there is not a trace of dust, I think it is often wiped, but Yuan Zhou still carefully wiped it every time he took it out, and wiped it from the inside out.

After wiping, Yuan Zhou put a plate of dishes into it, and a plate of steaming dishes was packed into a food box, and after a while, Yuan Zhou's feet were piled up with seven or eight six-layer food boxes, all of which were exquisite and beautiful.

"I'm afraid it's rare for Squad Leader Jia to eat so much delicious food at one time. Old Man Ling said.

"Well, it's the first time. "Yuan Zhou Road.

"Lao Tzu's food box here is all for him, this food box is beautiful. Old Man Ling asked solemnly with a wrinkled face.

"Good looking. "Yuan Zhou Road.

"It's natural, it's definitely good. Old Man Ling chattered.

After Yuan Zhou finished loading, Yin Ya and Jiang Changxi, who were standing at the door, walked into the kitchen.

"Let's take it out. Yin Ya said.

"Good. Yuan Zhou nodded and did not refuse.

There were a total of twelve six-layer food boxes on the ground, and Yuan Zhou naturally couldn't take them all out.

With the addition of Yin Ya and Jiang Changxi, the three of them moved twice to get to the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, Ling Hong was burning paper money in the brazier, while Wu Hai was looking at the young and excessive portrait in a daze, his relationship with the old man was not very good, but it was definitely not bad.

Because of inspiration, Wuhai often rubs stories, listens to the old man, and now Wuhai can't accept it, starting from seeing the posthumous portrait, the words in his mouth have changed from shooting the thief to "Obviously it was still good a few days ago, or good".

"It's time to go. Old Man Ling said loudly.

As soon as Old Man Ling finished speaking, many people poured in outside the door, including craftsmen carrying coffins and people leading the way in front.

And Ling Hong walked in front of the coffin with the portrait of Uncle Jia, and walked a few steps and knelt down with the words of the craftsman and the guide who carried the coffin, and walked out of the gate of the villa in this way.

"Squad Leader Jia, I asked Ling Hong, this kid to see you off, although he is young and out of tune, he is also a good boy, you have no offspring, he is your offspring, I know you like him. Old Man Ling watched Ling Hong kneel out of the gate and said in his heart.

There was a hearse parked outside the gate, and the craftsmen worked together to get the people into the car, and then go up themselves.

Maybe it's because of the suburbs, the car is driving fast, and the food box made by Yuan Zhou is carried by everyone.

The speed was very fast, but it also drove for nearly an hour, it was a more remote place, the mountains were not very good, the mountains were not high, and you could faintly see some other graves, and there were not many trees.

"This is the cemetery that Captain Jia himself is optimistic about, and he said that he likes it here, quiet. Old Man Ling looked around and said.

Old Man Ling didn't want to be helped, so he walked up the mountain step by step with a cane.

In fact, what Old Man Ling didn't say was that the place here was Uncle Jia's former hometown, so he was buried here.

Old Man Ling walked slowly, Jiang Changxi silently matched, and Yin Ya followed Yuan Zhou with a food box.

The rest of the boxes were placed at the foot of the mountain.

"I'll take it myself. Yuan Zhou stopped the nanny and doctor who followed to take care of Old Man Ling.

Yuan Zhou had two food boxes at a time, except for the one that Yin Ya helped to carry, he also ran down the mountain six times, and Yin Ya accompanied Yuan Zhou every time.

When Yuan Zhou's food box was placed next to the cemetery, Old Man Ling also came up alone.

The craftsmen sent the sealed coffin inside, and when the end of the coffin was sent into the little black hole, the lead craftsman began to ask people to throw coins inside.

Old Man Ling took the lead, and then each of the six people threw a handful of coins, during which the leader also said some auspicious words.

And these words were originally said to Uncle Jia's juniors to bless them, but now there are no juniors, so the leader changed it to Uncle Jia's friends.

After finishing speaking, Ling Hong was still silently burning paper there, while Yuan Zhou began to open the food box and set the dishes outside.

"I'm here to help. Yin Ya wanted to come forward to help.

"Don't go, let him come by himself. Jiang Changxi grabbed Yin Ya's arm and said.

"Good. Yin Ya looked at Yuan Zhou and then at Jiang Changxi, and then stopped.

However, Old Man Ling silently stared at the craftsman who was sealing the grave, and only spoke for a while: "These are all dishes that Team Leader Jia has eaten." ”

"Hmm. Yuan Zhou nodded, and then continued to set the dishes.

"Squad Leader Jia is good, although he is not on the battlefield, he is also heroic. Old Man Ling said suddenly.

"It's just that I'm still impulsive, and I go on it with a lot of enthusiasm, and I still think I'm a young man. Old Man Ling said.

"If I had given way a little, I wouldn't be here now. ”

"This old guy is fucking more handsome than Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu is much more handsome than you now. Old Man Ling turned into a curse as he spoke.

But no one spoke.

"You go and kowtow to this old fellow, and then you go. Old Man Ling's eyes were red, and he pointed at Ling Hongdao.

Ling Hong didn't speak, then got up and kowtowed firmly, and then stood.

"Let's go, wait for this old guy and the old squad leader to be his squad leader alone. Saying that, Old Man Ling turned around and left.

While walking, he said dissatisfiedly: "Squad Leader Jia, you talk about you, you just left, and left me such a big mess, and explained that I must go to find it, you tell me about your ......"

There was no wind on the mountain, but Yuan Zhou didn't hear the words clearly, and a few people walked down the mountain slowly......