After Mianmian finished her meal under the supervision of the servants, she allowed the servants to give her a bath.

The little kid was lying in the bathtub, not wanting to move at all, with fatigue written all over his little face.

The servant also felt sorry for Mianmian, so he washed her carefully, carried her to bed and covered her with a quilt.

At this moment, Mianmian had fallen asleep with her little face flushed.

Mr. Su and Mrs. Su walked into the house quietly, looked at Mianmian for a while, and then went out together.

"My aunt is really considerate of the people. She even thought of setting up a home for the elderly."

"I think so, too. The eldest brother is really a fool. He insists that these things are for the little aunt to exercise. The little aunt is not even four years old yet. What is there for her to exercise?"

"How about we two old guys, just do this..."

After the two old men left hand in hand, Xuanwu happened to enter Mianmian's room.

If Mianmian was a grown-up girl, Xuanwu would definitely avoid her. But Mianmian is still a little baby, and in his heart she is a complete junior.

The handsome black-haired man's eyes were full of love and affection.

If Mianmian saw this expression when she was awake, her eyes would definitely open as big as bells. After all, Xuanwu's expression has never been so gentle!

After watching Mianmian, Xuanwu took out his mobile phone and studied quietly.

During the day, he played games with Mianmian, but at night, it was his time to study. There were many ways for gods to make money.

After a whole night's rest, Mianmian opened her eyes and saw white good morning stickers.

She played with Baibai for a while before getting up, washing up, and going out for breakfast.

Huang Lian was already sitting at the dining table. Since he had come to the Su family, he was a guest of the Su family, and everyone had breakfast together.

After Huang Lian entered the Su family, he first took a shower and changed into the clothes prepared by the Su family's servants, and then spent a long time walking around the entire manor.

He even went into the kitchen and looked around for a long time.

When the chef in the kitchen heard the servants say that he was Mianmian's destined person, he didn't chase him away and just cooked generously.

Huang Lian even noticed that the chef handled the dishes incorrectly, but he didn't say anything.

When people are doing something in their area of ​​expertise, they don't like others to point fingers at them. Moreover, who would listen to him, a down-and-out man who had long lost his reputation as a "god chef"? But Huang Lian was still thinking about this matter, so much so that as a guest, after sitting at the long dining table of the Su family, he still stared at the same dish.

That expression frightened the servant who was specially assigned to keep an eye on him, and he secretly winked at his colleagues.

Fortunately, Huang Lian soon stopped staring at the food in a daze. Old Master Su asked him a few words of concern: "Mr. Huang, did you sleep well last night?"

Huang Lian: "Very good, your house is very luxurious, very nice."

The straightforward praise made Mr. Su couldn't help but smile: "As long as you like it, you can live here often in the future."

Anyone else would definitely be happy to hear this kind of invitation.

Huang Lian said, "No, I will leave after I cure my sense of taste. Do I need to pay for accommodation? If it is also included in the 888 yuan fortune-telling fee, it would be great."

This made Old Lady Su laugh: "Child, your words are so interesting. Were you like this when you were working before?"

In the live broadcast yesterday, Huang Lian did not say what he had experienced. But the Su family has its own intelligence network, and if there is one more person in the family, his past must be carefully investigated.

Now Mr. Su and Mrs. Su have finished reading the report and know how Huang Lian became a "godly chef" and then how he fell from the altar and became a homeless person.

The hidden meaning behind Mrs. Su's question is: If you had spoken so bluntly in the past, you would have been ignorant of the ways of the world.

Huang Lian just didn't understand: "Yes, I always say that."

Mr. Su and Mrs. Su looked at each other and felt helplessness in each other's eyes.

After breakfast, Mianmian took Huanglian to the zoo.

Every day she gave acupuncture to patients with bone cancer in the zoo, and Wen Dajiang would watch from the side. Now there was one more patient who needed to be treated by Wen Dajiang again.

After all, I haven’t obtained my medical license yet.

Wen Dajiang secretly watched Mianmian’s live broadcast yesterday and knew who Huang Lian was.

The old man was rather stubborn and didn't want Mianmian to know that he had secretly watched her live broadcast, so he pretended not to know Huang Lian: "Why did you bring someone you don't know here today?"

Mianmian stared at Wen Dajiang's neck, and after she finished looking, she answered Wen Dajiang: "This is Mianmian's friend. He has lost his sense of taste. Mianmian wants to treat him, so she brought him here for you to watch over and treat him."

Wen Dajiang was very satisfied with Mianmian's respect for him and smiled: "Okay, then you treat him first, and then give the patient acupuncture after he is cured."

Mianmian herself also planned this.

She asked Huang Lian to lie on the hospital bed, took his pulse carefully, told him the diagnosis, and then took out a medicine box from her small bag.

The medicine box was still taken out from the small bag. The small bag looked so small, but such a big box could be taken out. This made Wen Dajiang look sideways.

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In order to find out what was going on, he quietly posted a question online. Everyone said that there was a space bag inside the small bag, so it was possible to take out things that were bigger than the small bag.

Someone also asked him if he had just become a fan of the little aunt.

This one sentence confused Wen Dajiang, and he never dared to log into the account that asked the question again.

His behavior is actually called a guilty conscience.

Mianmian acupuncture requires both speed and accuracy, but the subsequent adjustment of needle position and depth to stimulate acupoints is done very slowly.

Soon, the acupuncture was over.

Mianmian asked Huanglian to stand up, took out a dried coptis root from her small bag and handed it to Huanglian: "Try it and see if your sense of taste has returned."

"It's healed so quickly?"

Huang Lian couldn't believe it.

"Yes, come and try it." Mianmian's face was full of anticipation.

Huanglian put the Huanglian into his mouth, and immediately a bitter taste rushed into his mouth.

He chewed harder in shock, and the taste in his mouth became stronger.

Normally, people would feel uncomfortable eating Coptis chinensis.

At this moment, Huanglian was crying and laughing, and he swallowed the whole dried Huanglian with all his strength, wiping his tears constantly.

His sense of taste really recovered, and now he can continue to be a chef! Mianmian knew why Huang Lian was like this, but she didn't care and turned around to look for the bone cancer patient again.

The patient's son took a leave of absence to accompany him at the zoo every day.

At this moment, the father and son were chatting: "Son, I feel that my body has really improved a lot, and it's only been five days."

"Dad, let me tell you, since my aunt brought you here, she must be sure that you will get better. Don't worry, there will be no problem for you to continue living here."

The father and son were chatting when they saw Mianmian coming over. They greeted her very respectfully: "Doctor Su, you are here!"

Mianmian: "Yes, let me take your pulse."