Zhou Beibei, on the other hand, made a series of "ding-dong" noises wherever she went. She didn't know whether she was anxious or venting her anger.

"Beibei, dad steamed both bean buns and meat buns today. Which one do you want to eat... oh, you don't want to eat either? Then you can have a bowl of porridge before you leave. A bowl of porridge will make your stomach feel better..."

Zhou Beibei didn't wait for him to finish, picked up her bag, slammed the door and left.

"Dongsheng, please finish your meal and leave early."

Han Dongsheng was the last one to use the toilet. When he came out, he saw that it was too late and said quickly: "No, Dad, you eat first. Zhou Zhou is almost late for school... Zhou Zhou, hurry up, don't waste time!"

Han Zhou stuffed the last bite of the meat bun into his mouth and drank two mouthfuls of the porridge. It was so hot that he stuck out his tongue, so he refused to drink it and complained to Mr. Zhou: "Grandpa, your cooking is too salty."

An old man in his seventies, his sense of taste is no longer very sensitive. Mr. Zhou asked in surprise: "Really? Did grandpa make the stuffing salty again?"

But it was too late for the grandson to answer. The father and son who were running on time were swept away like the wind. The sumptuous breakfast on the big table suddenly seemed to have lost its heat. Mr. Zhou sat alone for a while and ate the remaining half bowl of Han Zhou's breakfast.

Pour the porridge into your bowl and eat slowly.

He didn't taste the salty food and it was very bland in his mouth.

Zhou Beibei handles household garbage every day. She was in a hurry that day and didn't take care of it. After they all left, Mr. Zhou started to clean up slowly by himself. Suddenly, he paused and found something in the garbage bag.

A box of motherwort granules was thrown away unopened - Beibei always complained about stomachaches, and everyone said this worked. Mr. Zhou knew that his daughter always refused to believe experts and had to be superstitious about the so-called "regular" in everything, so this box of granules

He specially bought it from the drugstore at a "high price".

Zhou Beibei probably didn't look carefully, or...she looked at it, but she just couldn't believe that her father could buy anything serious.

With such a group of family members who let her down repeatedly, over time, she became accustomed to not believing in anything.

Mr. Zhou picked out the box of motherwort, unpacked the dirty outer packaging, and placed it next to the water dispenser. Then he went back to the house to change clothes, found a cotton backpack from under the bed, put on a hat and sunglasses, and

I picked up a few buns in a paper bag, put them in, blended in with the hurried office workers, and left through the main entrance.

The whole morning, Yan Ning was immersed in busyness, so this time, no one noticed him.

Mr. Zhou walked all the way to a transportation hub. There was a minibus waiting there early. A young man got out of the car. He was in his twenties and looked very energetic. His thick and colorful eyebrows were almost girlish. He didn't

Smile before speaking: "Uncle Zhou, I'm waiting for you!"

The young man's name is Xu Shaowen. He is Professor Xu's student and assistant. It is said that he has a doctorate. He is the one who usually organizes their health classes.

Dr. Xu asked: "We have communicated with my family, right? The cost of this trip is a bit high."

Mr. Zhou gave a perfunctory "hmm", took out the prepared envelope and handed it over: "Cash, please order a little."

Dr. Xu didn't even open it, so he took it casually and gave the same instructions: "You must communicate with your family, otherwise your children will go crazy with anxiety. I am responsible for you and I have to confirm it with you again and again."

Mr. Zhou was a little touched and thought that Dr. Xu really cared about him, so he gave him the paper bag with the buns in it and said, "Don't worry - this is steamed at my own home. Try it and don't dislike it."

"How do you know I haven't eaten yet?" Dr. Xu, a handsome young man, was not reserved at all. He opened it and took a look, then stood directly at the door of the car and ate with a smile on his face. "It's delicious! There's no salt in the stuffing.

The sauce is fried at home, am I right?"

"Did you eat it?"

“The water used to fill the meat is soaked in mushrooms!”

"Yes! Yes! Is it salty?"

"No, I'm being harsh - your family is so lucky, I want to be your son!"

Seeing Dr. Xu devouring his food, Mr. Zhou's face smiled like a flower, and he happily got on the minibus.

The driver got out of the car to smoke. When he saw the old man leaving, he came over and asked Dr. Xu quietly: "Dharma protector, is it okay? What will happen if these old people's families come to make trouble?"

"Don't worry," "Dr. Xu" said in a voice between his teeth, "None of the people in this car have told their families, otherwise they wouldn't be able to come... Hiss, Yan Xian, this old man is selling salt to death.

Do you have it? Pass me a bottle of mineral water."

The minibus was full of elderly people. Dr. Xu gave each of them a thermos cup filled with hot water soaked in wolfberry and red dates. He also knew which elderly people were motion sick and which elderly people had bad hearts, so he prepared medicine for each of them.

Everyone felt that they were being taken care of properly, and the minibus left Yanning happily.

Liu Zhongqi was in a hurry this morning. He came home from his evening self-study, only to realize that he had forgotten to bring his house key. He called his brother, but the line there was always busy. He might have been extremely busy again. He wandered around the door for a while, and his neighbor, Grandma Zhang Meizhen,

I happened to go out and saw him, so I put him in the house and asked him to review his lessons here first.

Not long after Zhang Meizhen left, Gan Qing came back and even ordered a late-night snack for two from Boss Meng - probably because he received a call from Zhang Meizhen.

Liu Zhongqi was scratching his head and writing the English homework he had put off until the end. When he saw Gan Qing, he inexplicably remembered the last "cloze" incident and subconsciously reached out to cover the question he was working on.

"What's the cover?" Gan Qing sneered and went to the kitchen to heat milk. "The first question is wrong."

Liu Zhongqi: "...How do you know it's wrong?"

"Haven't you learned the subjunctive mood?" Gan Qing said in the kitchen, "There is someone outside, open the door."

Liu Zhongqi was stunned: "Who is there? Why didn't I listen..."

He muttered and opened the door, and was surprised to find that there was actually someone at the door.
Chapter completed!