Chapter 894 - Getting Dumber With Age (1/2)

“Eh, good, good, good!” Grandpa Jia answered the greeting.

Ling Hong played his part and smiled. So now that he had a new grandfather, how about his old grandfather? Of course, he kept this thought to himself and did not dare to voice it. After all, it would be too embarrassing if he got beaten by his grandfather in front of the restaurant.

“I’ll be accepting this then, haha,” said Grandpa Jia with a happy laugh.

After all, Grandpa Jia did not have any children of his own. Likewise, quite a few of the veteran soldiers from the war back then were disabled and had no children to take care of them. Grandpa Jia felt like he was already very fortunate to have the grandson of his old comrade-in-arms to call him grandfather. To suddenly get a grandson, he was very happy.

“I am serious. Back then, without you, I wouldn’t even have lived until today,” repeated Grandfather Ling solemnly.

“Yeah, yeah, stop repeating the past. You’re talking so much it’s like you’re a radio or something,” Grandpa Jia said with a wave of his hand.

When Ling Hong saw that Grandpa Jia seemed to not care about the past while Grandfather Ling was about to repeat the same words again, he spoke.

“Grandfather Jia, what’s with the Chives Scrambled Eggs joke?” Ling Hong asked.

Ling Hong naturally had his reasons to interrupt the conversation. After all, the two were already quite old. It would be bad for them to get overly excited and emotional.

“He will definitely not tell you about it. That is something very funny,” said Grandpa Jia teasingly.

“Yes. Grandfather has never told us. But anytime he gets excited, he will be saying Chives Scrambled Eggs. The only thing I know is that the people at Yangzhou have a habit of saying Chives Scrambled Onions, which is a slang term for ‘Oh my god! Amazing!’ to them,” Ling Hong said with a shrug.

“Yes, that’s the origin of your grandfather’s Chives Scrambled Eggs,” said Grandpa Jia with a nod.

“But Chives Scrambled Eggs are different from Chives Scrambled Onions,” Ling Hong asked.

“Stop being a busybody. Focus on the line so we can get to eat later,” Grandfather Ling immediately interrupted, trying to prevent Grandpa Jia from telling the joke on his expense.

“It’s not that big of a secret. I need to enlighten your grandson about that. You are quite a glutton yourself, haha,” said Grandpa Jia as he pointed at Grandfather Ling.

“Class Monitor Jia, let’s change the topic,” said Grandfather Ling helplessly.

“But I was looking forward to that,” muttered Grandpa Jia. Then, he spoke loudly to Ling Hong, “Back then, one of the soldiers in our army was from Yangzhou. He would always repeat the ‘Chives Scrambled Onions’ saying, but your grandfather had taken the liberty to switch the onions with eggs because he disliked onions.”

“Ah?” Ling Hong stared at his grandfather, speechless.

“We were in a bad situation and were fighting a war abroad. The chefs would never have easily spoiled produces like chives. Most of the time, we will only have potatoes or cabbages and no spices. And thus, your grandfather started saying ‘Chives Scrambled Eggs’ every single day,” Grandpa Jia said.

“As if you weren’t one of us who badly wanted to have a meal of Chives Scrambled Eggs as well back then,” grumbled Grandfather Ling.

“Of course I also wanted to eat it badly, but you are the only one to keep repeating it back then,” said Grandpa Jia.

The two old men and Ling Hong continued their conversation and nobody disturbed them. All the customers around them were listening on silently.

“Dinnertime is starting soon. Please line up to get your numbers,” Zhou Jia’s voice sounded.

“Grandfather, Grandfather Jia, so are we still eating here?” Ling Hong asked.

“Of course. Let your grandfather try Boss Yuan’s Chives Scrambled Eggs,” said Grandpa Jia.

“But there’s no such dish on Boss Yuan’s menu,” Ling Hong said helplessly.

“I think so. Looks like you won’t get to eat Chives Scrambled Eggs today, Ling Little Six,” said Grandpa Jia when he recalled that this dish was indeed not on Yuan Zhou’s menu.

“It hasn’t been my favorite dish for a very long time. You’re the only one to keep repeating it,” said Grandfather Ling.

“Yes, yes, you don’t like the dish. You only like talking about it,” said Grandpa Jia with a smile.

“In truth, grandfather enjoys eating Chives Scrambled Eggs at home,” Ling Hong countered his grandfather. It was unknown where he had mustered the courage to do so as he had not been drinking.

“See, I’m not the one saying that. Even your grandson know you love that dish,” teased Grandpa Jia with a smile.

“This kid never does any proper business and only spend his time talking drivel,” grumbled Grandfather Ling.