It’s good to be a government employee: no overtime, lots of holidays, and no need to adjust your days off.
As the saying goes, "Lights without the moon are not entertaining, and the moon without lights is not spring."
The Lantern Festival is an important festival for families to eat glutinous rice dumplings, enjoy lanterns, and get together.
But why did these people have to take out one day out of their only three-day holiday to gather at his house?
Han Zeyu said he couldn't understand.
But the only benefit may be that after receiving three gifts, you only need to treat them to one meal!
Ning Yuanzhao, the future prince of the Wu'an Marquisate, came with valuable gifts.
Thanks to Master Han’s kindness and compassion, he cured the old illness that had troubled him for years, allowing him to no longer be bedridden and regain a new life.
What beautiful words you said, you are worthy of being assigned to the Hanlin Academy.
Han Zeyu's attitude towards this person was neither too warm nor too cold, and he struck the right balance.
Although he had a fake smile on his face, the other party couldn't find any fault with him.
Han Zeyu thought to himself, "Without my full support, would your father be forced by public pressure to ask for you to be crowned the Crown Prince?"
Look at the gift he gave, it's so flashy.
If it weren't for the fact that Su Shien liked these things, he would have skipped the fake smile.
Besides, Zhou Yi finally showed his wit this time. This time he brought Yang and his two children to visit the house. He wouldn't be kicked out, right?
You know what, Han Zeyu really didn't have the courage to chase the man away in front of his wife and children.
Zhou Yi handed his youngest son to Han Zeyu, asking him to hold the child and get some of his fairy spirit.
"Zijun, this is your savior, the unparalleled Uncle Han. Remember to call him foster father from now on."
Han Zeyu quickly refused: "No, absolutely not. We are too different in generation."
Zhou Yi was choked for a moment, and after a long while he managed to utter, "Actually, I'm only twenty-seven years old."
"What? You're not even forty? Sorry, sorry, I'm not very good at seeing."
Han Zeyu's shocked expression did not seem fake.
Little did he know that this would further hurt Zhou Yi's sensitive heart.
Tiezhu chuckled inwardly. It hurts, doesn't it? It's depressing, doesn't it? I never thought you'd end up like this, did you?
They can also take advantage of their position to bully newcomers like him who have no power and influence.
Han Zeyu doesn't like Ning Yuanzhao and Zhou Yi, but kid Zhou Zijun is still quite fun.
Without crying or making a fuss, she stared at Han Zeyu with her big eyes without blinking.
Han Zeyu naughtily pinched the young man's pouty lips, and as expected, his hands were covered in saliva.
Zhou Yang held up her handkerchief and watched Han Xiaoge use Zijun's clothes as a towel.
My son, you must bear with it. I can’t help you.
Her husband's attitude towards Han Xiaoge clearly showed that he had something to ask of him, so she didn't know what to say.
After all, he did save Zijun and was their family's benefactor.
It just so happened that Ding Junjie came to visit with his wife who knew how to make candied pork elbow.
The couple loved children, especially Mrs. Ding, who was so overwhelmed by the sight of the Zhou siblings that she could hardly walk.
Hearing that Mrs. Ding's family was in the medicinal materials business, Han Zeyu immediately welcomed her warmly and started chatting with her, completely forgetting about everyone else.
Zhou Zijun's treatment has improved. At least he was no longer being clamped, but now he is being carried.
The little guy wiped his saliva secretly. Don't pay attention to him, he is easily satisfied.
This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made the young boy understand a truth in advance.
Having fallen into this man's hands, I have no other wish but to be alive.
Zhao Xun called Tiezhu out to serve the dishes, and Han Zeyu then returned Zhou Zijun to his father.
Zhou Yi weighed his youngest son and thought that the reason he couldn't recognize him as his adoptive father was not because his son was not good enough, but because the enemy was too cunning.
Forget it, I have to fight the mechanical seal between adults myself, relying on my son is not the best solution.
Five officials sat at a table, hypocritically "drinking and chatting happily".
As an official's family member, Han Zeyu took the initiative to sit next to Mrs. Ding.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Han Zeyu truly likes Mrs. Ding.
But why? It can't be because the pork elbow she makes is delicious, right?
But you have to say, the candied pork elbows they brought were really good, no wonder Ding Junjie couldn't lose weight.
Su Shien was not jealous at all. Ever since Ding Junjie mentioned that the Yue family was engaged in the medicinal materials business, he knew that someone would be unable to hold back.
The honeysuckle that I have been waiting for for three years will definitely be sold at a good price. It would be strange if I am not excited!
After eating and drinking, Han Zeyu asked Tiezhu to see the guests off.
The Lantern Festival just ended yesterday, so he won’t keep any guests today.
Ning Yuanzhao, who was not good at drinking, wanted to maintain his image, so he took the initiative to say goodbye after dinner.
Zhou Yi is thick-skinned. If Han Zeyu doesn't drive him away directly, he will just sit there and not leave.
Han Zeyu secretly rolled his eyes. This guy has a really heavy butt.
Forget it, he is a great man who does not bear grudges. For the sake of the ungrateful little bastard, he will temporarily forgive someone's behavior of repaying kindness with enmity.
"When I feel better, I'll find time to discuss it with you. After all, communication is the only way to make progress."
Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he stood up with joy.
Holding his son in his arms, pulling his daughter over, and calling his confused wife, Zhou Yi politely said goodbye to Mr. Han.
Tiezhu gritted his teeth in his heart, feeling indignant.
He hated it so much! This world where people are judged by their status and the strong prey on the weak is just like this.
Seeing that they had all left, Ding Junjie asked Han Zeyu to check him.
"Brother Han, I've been exercising during the Lunar New Year holiday, but I still gained six pounds. What should I do?"
If consumption cannot keep up with the absorption rate, it’s impossible for you not to gain weight!
He gains three pounds every holiday season, and this is a rule he cannot escape.
On the other hand, Ding Junjie, who has a physique that is prone to obesity, only gained six kilograms during the Chinese New Year by eating a lot, which shows that he really tried his best.
"Don't worry, these are just minor issues. After the New Year, adjust your schedule and diet, and add a training program. I'll have Tiezhu teach you later."
Ding Junjie held Tiezhu's hands and said sincerely, "Brother, thank you for your hard work."
Tiezhu said with a serious face that he was not tired and was willing to go through fire and water for his brothers.
Han Zeyu waved his hand and said two words in a domineering manner: "Weigh in!"
Ding Junjie sucked in his stomach and stepped on the scale with a tragic look on his face.
Two hundred and sixty kilograms, weighing a lot.
Han Zeyu's mouth twitched slightly. He shouldn't have been asked to weigh himself after dinner. It was too discouraging.
At this time, what they should do is not to gain weight and destroy their own prestige.
Shout a slogan to boost morale.
"Green Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, skinny as a fool!"
Ding Junjie, who was sandwiched between Han Zeyu and Tiezhu, also raised his fist and passionately shouted slogans: "Skinny as a fool!"
Mrs. Ding stood on tiptoe, cheering her husband on, and whispered in agreement, "Idiot!"
Looking at the few people in the yard who were not very smart, Su Shien really didn't want to associate with them.
The scene looked like the oath-taking ceremony of some unknown cult.
Master Han’s weight loss cult announced the adjournment of its meeting, and he will give Tiezhu a systematic training tomorrow.
Afterwards, Tiezhu passed on his experience to help Ding Junjie master the essentials of the sport.
Brother Ding, I'm sorry. For the sake of my honeysuckle business, I have to ask you to lose 20 pounds and give your sister-in-law a brand new you.
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