Chapter 290 The Commander is More Jealous Than Anyone Else

While still changing slippers at the entrance, Duan Yan's sharp eyes had already seen that there were guests at his uncle's house.

Duan Suili saw his nephew's carefree appearance, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and looked at him inquiringly, "What are you doing back at this time?"

Could it be that Han Suijing had just joined the special forces and he couldn't wait to come over and snatch his wife!

Seeing his young wife sitting in the living room and giving her grandfather acupuncture safely, Duan Yanzhi chuckled a few times, "Do I have to go back to the past when I get home?"

Duan Suili saw at a glance that his nephew came back to stare at his young wife, so he did not tease him in front of outsiders.

Here, Qin Wu was extremely excited. He had the opportunity to talk face to face with the eldest grandson of the Duan family. That was an opportunity that could not be bought with any amount of money!

If he expands his business in Kunming in the future, he may have to rely on the relationship with the Duan family.

As his mind was turning, a thought flashed through Qin Wu's mind.

His face immediately lit up with a warm smile as if he had seen a relative, "It turns out that Commander Duan has returned home. Hello, Commander, I am Qin Wu..."

Without any intention of paying any attention to the strange middle-aged man, Duan Yanzhi's tall figure had already walked into the living room.

"Duan Yanzhi, you are finally back! I was thinking of inviting you back to have lunch together." Old Duan was even more excited than Qin Wu, and hurriedly waved to his eldest grandson.

This is a godsend.

Duan Yanzhi stared at his young wife with a clear gaze, "Are you okay?"

"Haha, it's the Commander. I have to thank you yesterday." Wang Ziru felt a little embarrassed for some reason. At that time yesterday, he actually heard everything.

It made her feel like she had no secrets at all.

"Thank me for what?" Duan Yanzhi paused, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Han Suijing has also joined the special forces. You can move in with your children during this period. You don't have to stay in a hotel. You might run into Duan Yanfei or Dean Han and his wife."

"It's no problem. I can't afford to offend them, but can't I just hide from them?" Wang Ziru smiled and waved her hand. She calmly put the silver needle back into the far side of the cloth bag and then wrapped it up.

Duan Suili touched his nose and took it all in.

I think my nephew wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity to bring the person home.

Although Qin Wu didn't know this extremely beautiful woman, he still had some insight.

She noticed that Duan Suili treated her with special courtesy.

The eldest grandson of the Duan family also took special care of her, so he immediately understood and continued the topic just now: "Well, I hope the young lady will flash to attend the opening of my dance hall."

"Boss Qin, you're too polite!" Wang Ziru turned around and looked at Qin Wu briefly. Seeing that Duan Suili had no intention of seeing him off, she asked, "Does Mr. Duan have any other instructions?"

"I dare not obey orders," Duan Suili chuckled, turning his head to point to the piano placed in the east living room, "I heard from Duan Yanzhi that the last time you performed at the Ninth Division's art performance, you wrote the music and lyrics for all the programs performed by the troops. Can you play a song for us?"

Wang Ziru's eyes flickered for a moment, and then she chuckled, "How shameful."

Suddenly, Qin Wu's eyes widened in surprise. This girl can also play the piano? !

Since you can play the piano, you must understand musical notation.

Mr. Duan was very excited. He shook his neck and arms, stood up from the sofa, and said with a smile: "Comrade Ziru, play a different song for us today."

"Grandpa, you have quite a picky appetite." Wang Ziru teased him, then stood up and walked towards the piano.

Duan Yanzhi glared at his grandfather unhappily, thinking that he was trying to make things difficult for him.

After receiving the eye roll from his eldest grandson, Old Duan, who had a loud voice to begin with, felt even more confident and proud as he followed Wang Ziru towards the big piano.

"It doesn't have to be a complicated piece of music. Just play a nursery rhyme for us."

Duan Yanzhi couldn't help but chuckle, lit a cigarette, and looked at his uncle, "Are you not busy today?"

"Who said I'm not busy? I'm busy." Duan Suili hesitated whether to sit down or go upstairs. He was still hesitating when he glanced sideways. He saw the piano cover being gently lifted up in a dimly lit and half-dark place.

Just one look at her movements and Duan Suili's consciousness became fixed under his inquiring eyes.

Duan Yanzhi slowly exhaled smoke from his mouth and walked over to watch the young wife playing the piano. He was very happy in his heart because he bought the piano for her and she seemed to like it very much.

As he approached, he glanced at the young wife sitting upright on the piano stool. Her straight back made her look like a lady from a noble family.

Duan Yanzhi walked slowly towards the piano, placed one hand on top of the piano, and stared at her hands on the black and white keys with a half-smile.

Suddenly, pleasant piano music rang out in the living room.

Wang Ziru played a nursery rhyme: "Bugs are flying."

The sunlight outside the window was as soft as a veil, quietly falling on the shiny black piano and also shrouding her.

As her ten fingers danced nimbly, soft, slightly melancholy piano sounds flowed out from her fingertips, as if gently caressing the listeners' hearts, expressing emotions with delicate timbre, which was very pleasant to hear and always gave people a warm feeling.

But somehow, as Duan Yan listened, he felt inexplicably sad and wanted to cry.

Mr. Duan stood beside the piano with his hands behind his back, already immersed in the beautiful and melodious piano sound at this moment.

The song is over.

Everyone in the living room looked dazed.

Qin Wu was the first to come to his senses and quickly clapped his hands, "What a beautiful performance! What kind of song is this? It makes me feel warm, but also has an inexplicable sense of sadness."

Wang Ziru turned around and chuckled, "This is a nursery rhyme, sung for my son."

"Are there any lyrics?"

"have."

"..." Qin Wu felt that he might have met a girl with great musical talent, so he hurried over and invited her to go to the dance hall to help him.

I also heard that Wang Ziru was staying at the Queen Hotel recently, which happened to be on Taihe Street, so Qin Wu strongly invited her.

Duan Suili saw this and walked over to say, "It's okay, Ziru, if you have time, go over and take a look at him. If not, forget it."

"Then I'll go take a look sometime." Since Duan Suili had already asked, she couldn't refuse.

After seeing Qin Wu off, the Duan family returned to the living room and sat down.

Mr. Duan pulled Comrade Ziru aside and said, "When will you let Baoer sing this song for us? This song sounds sad, am I right?"

"Yeah, a little bit." Wang Ziru nodded and pondered for a moment. "I'll go to the kindergarten and see if there is a piano there. I'll teach the children to sing this nursery rhyme. This song will be touching only when the children sing together."

“That’s a good idea.”

Duan Yan was leaning back in his chair, staring at the opposite side quietly, his eyes seeming to contain a thousand words.

Upon closer observation, she has a firm aura, a magnanimous face, and is relaxed, gentle but not at all submissive. This is obviously an independent, opinionated woman who no one can look down on or control.

Soon, Duan Suili returned to the living room with a custom-made plastic bottle and a bottle of plateau lake salt.

He turned his head, stared at the bright smiling face opposite him, and then slowly looked at his uncle.

Duan Yanzhi slowly opened his mouth and said, "Are these for flushing your nose?"

"Yes! Last time Zi Ru said to use sea salt, but our caravan happened to pass by the plateau salt lake, so we asked them to bring back a bottle and try it first." Duan Suili put all the things he brought on the tea table in front of him and gestured, "Are these the things?"

"The bottle is well made." Wang Ziru picked up the plastic bottle, turned it over and checked the air vent at the bottom. This was considered a very advanced craftsmanship in that era.

She picked up the bottle of lake salt again, opened the cap, dipped her finger in a little, and licked the salt. "It's very salty. Sea salt is best, because sea salt can remove iodine after being refined."

Turning to look at Duan Suili, I saw a faint smile on his face, "A bottle of sea salt will last for several months."

Wang Ziru stood up and found a plastic basin with a wet towel in her hand.

The nanny followed her back to the living room, holding a bucket of warm water and a small spoon in her hands.

Sitting side by side with Duan Suili, Wang Ziru took out a bottle of about 500ml of light salt water and handed it to him, "Like this, turn the bottle upside down and rinse your nose. When rinsing, breathe through your mouth. After rinsing, you will feel that both nostrils are very smooth and very comfortable."

Duan Suili watched her hands intently and took the bottle of light salt water.

Following Wang Ziru's instructions, he inserted the head of the nasal rinser into one nostril and squeezed the soft plastic bottle. Within two seconds, he felt a stream of warm water slowly flowing through his nasal cavity.

With a whoosh, it flowed out from the other nostril.

Wang Ziru quickly squatted beside him, holding the basin in both hands to help him catch it.

As the flushing time goes by, all the dirt in the nostrils is flushed out.

Only after he held the empty bottle in his hand did Duan Suili remove the nasal rinser from his nostrils.

Wang Ziru stuffed a wet towel into his hand and said, "Wipe your nose. From now on, you can use the time for washing in the morning and evening to prepare light salt water and stand by the sink to rinse. It will be convenient for you to wash your hands and nose."

"..." Duan Suili never cleaned his nose in front of outsiders, so he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Duan Yanzhi stared at them in a daze, this was too intimate.

Although I was helping my uncle wash his nose...

Inadvertently, Wang Ziru turned around and looked at the man sitting on the chair on the other side. The man was sitting on the sofa, flicking the ash from the cigarette in his hand and pretending to drink tea.

Mr. Duan put his hands behind his back and watched his little son wash his nose from a distance, looking a little unnatural.

I couldn't help but ask out loud: "Do you feel better after washing?"

"Well, after washing my nose, I feel like my breathing is unobstructed, and I feel refreshed." Duan Suili smiled at Wang Ziru and said, "Ziru is really smart."

After a pause, he asked, "Can this method be promoted in our own pharmacy?"

"Of course it's possible. As for the price, you can set it based on the cost."

Duan Suili wiped the water from his nostrils with a wet towel and said, "Do you have time today?"

"ah?"

"Come with me to the study later, and I'll tell you about my visit to several southern cities..."

"oh."

On the other side of the chair, Duan Yanzhi slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth, as if there was nothing else for him to do.

Duan Lao noticed that his eldest grandson was staring at him and pretended to cough twice, "Duan Yanzhi, why don't you go back to work in the army?"

"No!" Duan Yanzhi was furious and slapped the armrest of the sofa. "It's rare for me to go home, and you, old man, chased me away. Will eating your lunch make you poor or what?"