Chapter 333: Follow-up visit with Secretary Li

Zhou Weiguo wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve inconspicuously.

Aunt Yi felt a little reluctant. She didn't expect that he had such a tragic past.

Thinking of the day when he jumped into the river, Zhou Weiguo had said to her when he advised her that as long as she was alive, there was hope.

She now understood more deeply the meaning of Zhou Weiguo's words.

"Actually, the day I met you by the river, I went to burn paper for them."

Zhou Weiguo said in a hoarse voice.

"That day was the anniversary of their mother's death."

"If it were normal times, I would definitely stay at home at this time."

Aunt Yi nodded and consoled her:

"Old Zhou, I know you feel bitter. But we living people have to treat ourselves well. Your wife must also want you to live a good life."

Zhou Weiguo smiled bitterly and said:

"I know that the dead cannot be resurrected."

"Besides, so many years have passed. I have already accepted it."

Aunt Yi didn't know what to say.

After all, no matter what you say, it will be difficult to ease his grief in such a matter of life and death.

"By the way, you haven't eaten yet."

"You are sick, you can't not eat. I'll go make you something to eat."

Zhou Weiguo scratched his head:

"I feel so embarrassed. You've come all the way to see me, how can I let you be so busy? You don't have to..."

Although he said this, Zhou Weiguo's stomach started to growl.

Make a cooing sound.

Aunt Yi smiled brightly:

"You're welcome."

"You've done me so much good, so what's the point of me cooking you a meal?"

Having said that, he went into the kitchen without further ado.

Zhou Weiguo's kitchen was much tidier than she had imagined, and it was obvious that it was usually kept quite tidy.

Aunt Yi opened the cupboard and found a lot of food in it, including rice and millet, and the flour bag was also full.

"Old Zhou, would you like to eat some noodles?"

Zhou Weiguo's fever had subsided by this time, and he had not eaten lunch.

When I heard Aunt Yi mention noodles, my stomach suddenly started to itch.

"If you can eat noodles, I'll make you a bowl of noodles with gravy."

Thinking of the taste of noodles with gravy, Zhou Weiguo almost drooled.

"Is it troublesome? Just cook a bowl of plain noodles."

Aunt Yi waved her hand:

"It's not a big deal. I see you have some dried day lilies here, perfect for making noodles with gravy. Just wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

After saying that, Aunt Yi started to get busy.

Not long after, Zhou Weiguo heard the sound of "sizzling" of simmering food in the kitchen, and instantly an enticing aroma of burnt chopped green onions wafted out.

Zhou Weiguo couldn't help swallowing.

After so many years, he did learn to cook, but he only learned the simplest dishes, such as porridge, which could barely make a living.

He really has no talent in cooking.

After a while, Aunt Yi came out with a bowl of noodles with gravy.

It is covered with a layer of glossy egg sauce and sprinkled with a layer of clear green coriander.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Aunt Yi handed him the chopsticks.

"Eat well, have a good sleep, and your illness will be cured."

Zhou Weiguo took a deep breath:

"It's delicious!"

He was really hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

I have to say, Aunt Yi’s cooking skills are really good.

He usually eats in the cafeteria and the food is pretty good.

However, the big pot dishes in the cafeteria can never compare with the meals cooked in the small stove.

"I haven't had such delicious noodles in a long time."

"Sister-in-law, you eat too."

Aunt Yi smiled:

"No hurry, you eat first."

In fact, she only did Zhou Weiguo's share.

She wasn't here to eat for free, and flour was very expensive. She just wanted to do her best to help.

While Zhou Weiguo was eating, Aunt Yi took the initiative to clean the house with a rag.

Zhou Weiguo wanted to stop her, but Aunt Yi refused:

"Old Zhou, if you don't mind, let me help you clean up."

"Besides, if I do some work, I won't have to think about those annoying things, and I'll feel better."

Zhou Weiguo asked:

"Sister-in-law, I've never asked you what's wrong with you? Why are you so depressed?"

"If you don't mind, just tell me. Maybe I can help?"

Aunt Yi shook her head:

"Oh, it's a long story."

"Old Zhou, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that it's not appropriate for me to tell you this now."

"Besides, no one can help me. I have to solve this problem by myself."

It’s not that Aunt Yi didn’t want to say it, but she also trusted Zhou Weiguo’s character.

However, she and Yi Zhonghai have not divorced yet, and Aunt Yi feels that it is inappropriate for her to talk about her family affairs with another man.

It’s not that I’m concerned about Yi Zhonghai’s thoughts.

She has to be worthy of herself and also consider Zhou Weiguo's reputation.

After cleaning the house and putting away the dishes, Aunt Yi took the thermos and prepared to leave.

"Old Zhou, I've poured the boiled ginger soup into the pot for you."

"Before going to bed, heat it up again and drink a bowl of this before going to sleep. This way you will recover faster."

"I'm going back. You should take good care of yourself."

Zhou Weiguo was very moved and felt a little apologetic when he saw Aunt Yi busying around.

"Look, you're a guest, and I've kept you busy for half a day, but you're going to go back without even having dinner."

As he said this, he stood up and was about to see Aunt Yi off.

Aunt Yi quickly stopped him:

"Don't move. You have sweat on your head. If you are blown by the wind, what if your illness relapses?"

"I'm leaving now, don't see me off. The door is closed for you."

As Aunt Yi said this, she came out of Zhou Weiguo's house.

……

Zhimei Building.

As soon as Xu Damao and Jiang Bo entered the hall, a waiter came over to ask them.

Xu Damao said with some pride:

"We are the guests invited by Secretary Li."

The waiter understood and immediately took them to the private room.

"This way, you two, please."

"Secretary Li is already waiting for you two."

The door of the box was pushed open. Secretary Li no longer had the same arrogant look as last time. He immediately came over when he saw Jiang Bo.

"Hey, Officer Jiang, please take a seat!"

Jiang Bo didn't hesitate and sat down next to Secretary Li.

Secretary Li looked at Jiang Bo and said with a smile on his face:

"Officer Jiang, Dr. Jiang! You're finally here. I thought you weren't coming today."

Jiang Bo laughed and said:

"Secretary Li, look at what you said."

"As a man, you should keep your word. Since I promised to treat you, why would I not come?"

"I was delayed by something at the bureau today. I'm so sorry for being late."

Secretary Li let out a long sigh, picked up the teapot at hand, poured a cup of tea into Jiang Bo's cup, and said:

"Don't say that, I'm glad you came!"

"Doctor Jiang, I feel relieved after hearing what you just said! I rely on you to cure my illness!"

Jiang Bo picked up the teacup, took a sip and said:

"Secretary Li, you can just call me Xiao Jiang. I don't deserve to be called a miracle doctor!"