Han Zeyu would come back from time to time to take a look around, to show filial piety, to visit relatives, to intimidate...
It depends on how you understand it.
This time when he returned home, Han Zeyu acted as an "expert" on marriage and love again and again.
He is too tired, so he should go back to Beijing and be Su Shien’s runaway wife!
Zhou Yi started taking sick leave the day after he left the capital.
He thought about her day and night, hoping that Han Zeyu would have a change of heart and return soon.
Su Shien had no hope for this.
His son Yu Ge'er is a famous overtime player.
He is good at procrastination, checking time, making excuses, acting first and asking for permission later, and extending vacation on his own.
He said that if he was away for half a month, he would definitely not be back on the night of the fourteenth day.
But life is full of surprises, and Han Zeyu's original plan was a fifteen-day trip.
This time, he appeared at the kitchen door on the evening of the thirteenth day.
"Sister Ying, hurry up and get me something to eat. I'm not picky about food."
He Mengying thought she was hallucinating.
When I turned around, I saw that it was indeed Han Zeyu who came back.
Although he claimed that he was not picky about food, He Mengying knew that he didn't like vegetables.
It just so happened that there was meat in the dinner ingredients, so we just served it all out.
Han Zeyu was busy in the kitchen, eating with relish.
Tiezhu came back with Su Shien, saying it was hot outside and wanted to eat some cool noodles.
Su Shien was enjoying the meal, but Tiezhu looked at it and wondered where the pure egg sauce, his favorite, and the meat sauce with alternating fat and lean meat were.
"Sister Ying, I want to eat meat sauce."
"Forget it, your brother Han ate it all. He didn't even mind it."
Before he finished speaking, Su Shien had disappeared.
Tiezhu quickly finished his bowl of noodles, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and asked, "When did the master come back?"
He Mengying found it funny. No wonder Han Zeyu cleared out Tiezhu's favorite meat sauce.
In Tiezhu's heart, eating is the most important thing.
"Just got back not long ago, less than half an hour."
Tiezhu turned around and looked at the closed door. He understood the saying that a short separation is better than a new marriage.
As a capable subordinate who is discerning, knows his limits, and knows when to advance and retreat, he decided not to disturb the other person's world of two.
Since Brother Su doesn't want to eat anymore, let him do it for him! It can be considered as doing his bit.
After scooping out all the noodles from the bowl, Tiezhu slurped down another bowl.
He Mengying's mouth twitched slightly. Who said that hot weather makes one lose their appetite? Someone should really drink the noodle soup too.
Hard work always pays off. Han Zeyu worked hard on the journey, and in return she received her husband's concern and proactive attitude.
Su Shien hugged his big baby who kept warm in winter and cool in summer, and sighed comfortably.
Han Zeyu slept soundly, without any worries at all.
Su Shien was also infected. It was good to be back. He could finally have a peaceful and comfortable sleep.
I seemed to have forgotten something in a trance, never mind, let’s talk about it tomorrow!
After all, the world is big, but sleeping is the most important thing.
Zhou Yi angrily pounded the bed: "Me! You forgot about me!"
The next day, Tiezhu took a rest. It was not until noon that he finally saw Han Zeyu, who was still sleepy.
"Master, you've caused serious trouble."
The concise, honest and to-the-point approach to raising the issue was met with a ruthless iron fist.
"What's wrong? Can't you speak human language?"
Holding his head in his hands, Tiezhu squatted down and said aggrievedly, "Master, something really happened. I didn't lie to you."
"put!"
Tie Zhu curled his lips and said, "Master Zhou has received your guidance, but he is still paralyzed in bed and has been on sick leave for more than ten days."
Han Zeyu didn't take it seriously. Those who had awakened their powers were indeed different from those with special abilities. Their ability to withstand blows was too weak.
"That's it! The miracle doctor will be back in Beijing tomorrow. Curing his illness will be a piece of cake."
Minor ailments can be easily treated.
This time, even Tiezhu felt that Zhou Yi was quite wronged, as he had been lying in bed for more than ten days for nothing.
"Anything else?"
"Yes, three days ago, the man who called himself the elder died."
Han Zeyu slammed the table and stood up: "He was taken care of so well by me, and he was still fine when I handed him over to you. How come he died after just a few days in your Dali Temple?"
Tiezhu was speechless. It seemed like you were trying to turn the tables.
How can one describe the gesture when Elder No. 7 handed it to him?
It is hard to imagine that the flexibility of an old man with a white beard can reach such a terrifying level.
If you put a thick wooden board on the elder's back, it can serve as the base of a rocking chair.
I don't know what method the master used, but the knot couldn't be untied no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he had to cut it open with a knife.
The unique knots were preserved for disassembly and study.
Han Zeyu was speechless. The people in Dali Temple were also idle. Why would they study that thing when they had nothing to do?
Not doing your job!
Han Zeyu, who had something important to do, stayed at home for another night.
At noon on the fifteenth day, Han Zeyu, exhausted and dusty, was questioned at the city gate.
Zhao Xun drove a carriage to meet them in a pretentious manner.
Han Zeyu rushed over with a touched look on his face and patted him with satisfaction.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."
Zhao Xun's eyes welled up with tears, and he choked up as he said, "Brother Han, you're finally back. It's been a bumpy ride, and you must be tired. Come get in the carriage and rest for a while. We've prepared a sumptuous meal at home, and we're just waiting for you to come back and feast."
The two of them performed in unison, bringing out the deep affection between master and servant to the fullest.
Han Zeyu sat under the awning, eating a large mixed vegetable dish. Where was the feast supposed to start? This?
Xiao Zhao! There's too much water in your words. This kid has learned bad things.
He paraded the event around the city so that those who were interested would know that Han Zeyu had indeed returned to Beijing.
Su Shien handed a visiting card to Zhou's house, saying that the miracle doctor wanted to see him and asked him to meet at the usual place outside the city.
Zhou Yi was so angry that his teeth were itching. That poor manor was where he suffered ruthless beatings. He would find it even if it turned into ashes.
Doctor Han was eating a large iced watermelon at Qianlai Villa. Regarding Zhou Yi's arrival, he said, "Master Zhou, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person."
Zhou Yi came here in a sedan chair. Now he still has no feeling below his knees and cannot stand or walk on his own. He can only use props to help him.
Han Zeyu looked at the ancient walking stick curiously. The shape was quite unique.
Don't be afraid, Mr. Zhou. I, the miracle doctor, will help you and I guarantee you'll be able to stand up again.
Zhou Yi looked at Han Zeyu's unreliable expression and felt relieved.
It seems that this disease can be cured, otherwise Han Zeyu would not have this expression.
Instead, they would find a secret corner and destroy his body.
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