When Qingqing was dragged by Fu Heng back to find Professor Zhang, her face was still red, like a ripe red apple.
Professor Zhang was also an experienced person, and he knew what happened at a glance.
However, this was a private matter between students and had nothing to do with him. Besides, they were a couple, so everything they did was reasonable.
So he just stood up with a smile, called Qingqing to come over and help her pick up a bouquet of flowers, and he carried a basket and led the way slowly in front.
Thanks to Qingqing's timely recovery of her memory, even if it was just the memory of the time when she first entered college, it also reminded her of some past events about Professor Zhang Xia.
For example, this person was really their professional course tutor, and for another example, she was also a big shot in the industry.
But what most interests these students is the love story between Professor Zhang and his lover.
The most impressive thing is that they were born on the same day of the same month of the same year. It is so coincidental that people can't help but sigh that the world is so big that miracles can happen.
So today is not only Professor Zhang's birthday, but also Professor Zhang's lover's birthday.
He asked Qingqing to help carry the bouquet and the gift in his hand, which are the birthday gifts he prepared for his lover.
Walking behind with Fu Heng, Qingqing winked at him.
I didn't expect Professor Zhang to be so romantic.
In front of the students, this professor is always very serious, but occasionally he is a little humorous. He is also very professional, so he is very popular among students.
The two old people live in the school family building.
Room 1 on the second floor.
The conditions of the family buildings here are very good. There are seven floors in a building, and there are two households on each floor. Each household has three bedrooms and two rooms, which is enough for the teachers to live in.
Professor Zhang finished his class relatively late, and it was almost noon when he led Qingqing and the others back home.
As soon as they opened the door, the strong smell of food hit their noses.
Qingqing closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sighed: "It smells so good."
"It looks like your teacher's wife has already prepared the meal."
Maybe because today is his and his wife's birthday, Professor Zhang is in a good mood, and the smile on his face has never faded from morning to night.
Now, he is even more impatient than Qingqing to walk into the house, and trots into the kitchen.
Then he was driven out with a spatula.
"Are you here to eat again? Get out of here right now, we have guests coming today."
Mrs. Zhang hurried Professor Zhang out. As soon as she stepped out of the kitchen door, she saw Qingqing, who looked embarrassed, and
Fu Heng, who was extremely calm. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly pushed Professor Zhang aside and greeted him with a smile.
"Qingqing and Fu Heng are here. It's just right. The meal is ready. Come and eat." Mrs. Zhang obviously knew Qingqing and them. Her attitude was very close and warm as soon as they met.
She pulled Qingqing to sit on the sofa, stuffed a handful of washed cherries into her without letting her refuse, and told Professor Zhang to take good care of the guests before going back to the kitchen to work.
"Well... I'll help."
Qingqing was embarrassed and sat on the sofa watching the two old people busy. She stood up and wanted to help in the kitchen, but was held down by Professor Zhang.
"Come on, you don't even know whether you are helping or causing trouble in the kitchen."
Qingqing was very angry when her cooking skills were rejected. She instinctively retorted: "Professor, you are not causing trouble if you go there."
"So can't you see that I am just sitting here quietly?" Professor Zhang accepted his identity as a kitchen killer calmly.
Qingqing: "..."
Finding that she couldn't argue with Professor Zhang, Qingqing subconsciously turned her head to look for allies, but found that Fu Heng had gone to the kitchen to help Mrs. Zhang cook.
Well, she should stay here and drink tea with Professor Zhang.
"How old are you now?" Professor Zhang began to care about Qingqing's condition.
"Eighteen, I just started college this year." Qingqing answered honestly.
"That means she has remembered who I am."
"Of course, how dare I forget you." Qingqing coaxed Professor Zhang with sweet words, saying nice things without paying, and made the professor, who was getting older and more childish, smile.
Listening to the laughter of the old and the young outside, Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"The relationship between them is still so good."
"Qingqing and you two elders are just different in that she is your daughter, so naturally she is close to you two elders." Fu Heng said gently.
In front of the teachers who taught him, he has always been gentle and humble, not to mention that these two old people have a deep relationship with his wife.
"I heard her mother has been... Never mind, let's not talk about it."
With a sigh, Mrs. Zhang continued to deal with the crayfish in her hands.
Qingqing loves to eat crayfish, especially Mrs. Zhang's special salted egg yolk crayfish, so when Mrs. Zhang heard that she was coming to dinner, she immediately ran to the market to buy five pounds of crayfish.
Although five pounds is a lot, the meat is not enough for Qingqing to eat alone.
But she also prepared other dishes, so it's not good to buy too many crayfish.
The main reason is that the pot at home is not big enough to hold it.
Fu Hengzheng was
concentrating on stir-frying the food in the pot when he suddenly heard Mrs. Zhang beside him say, "The court has sentenced Han Dayu, who wanted to harm Qingqing, to life imprisonment. He will never be able to come out again in his lifetime."
Mrs. Zhang had been following this matter, and she had a friend who worked at the Judicial Yuan, so she received the news as soon as the verdict came out.
"Okay, I understand."
Fu Heng paused for a moment, then continued to stir-fry skillfully. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhang said, "I heard that Han Dayu left a son outside." His
pupils shrank slightly, and Fu Heng turned his head abruptly to meet Mrs. Zhang's calm face: "Don't worry, the child has no ill intentions towards Qingqing. On the contrary, he is very grateful to Qingqing."
"Grateful?" Who would be grateful to someone who sent his father to prison twice?
As if she could see the sarcasm in Fu Heng's heart, Mrs. Zhang had to explain to him patiently: "You should know that Qingqing and my old man have been sponsoring some poor children in recent years so that they can go to school and have food to eat. That child is one of the children sponsored by Qingqing. Coincidentally, he is also a graduate of Jinan University. I learned about his existence by accident. For Qingqing's sake, I specially asked people and learned that the child's mother used to be Han Dayu's mistress, but was killed by Han Dayu. Later, he became an orphan and lived outside as a beggar. It was Qingqing who sponsored him, so he could go to school with other children, so he has no malice towards Qingqing."
After listening to Mrs. Zhang's explanation, Fu Heng's expression completely softened.
"I know him, he is not Han Dayu's son."
Mrs. Zhang was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"You probably don't know why Han Dayu wanted to kill the mistress, because she had a lover behind Han Dayu's back, and she was pregnant with someone else's child. She welcomed the son with joy, but it turned out to be not her own. Han Dayu naturally couldn't stand it."
So he killed the mistress.
"Alas, this is really..." Mrs. Zhang sighed a little, and finally could only say: "These people are so bad."
No longer mentioning this topic, Mrs. Zhang quickly put the cleaned lobsters into the pot and stir-fried them. The rich aroma drifted out of the kitchen door, attracting the attention of two heads, one big and one small.
"Is the meal ready?"
Qingqing and Professor Zhang, who were not allowed to step into the kitchen, leaned on the door frame in unison and peeked in.
"It's almost ready, hurry up and serve the rice and set the table."
"Okay!"
Qingqing was the most enthusiastic, so she took the job of setting the table,
while Professor Zhang served the rice.
All the dishes were presented. Faced with a table full of delicious food, Qingqing and Professor Zhang almost simultaneously started with the salted egg yolk crayfish.
In addition to Qingqing, Professor Zhang also loved this dish.
It was just that Mrs. Zhang thought it was troublesome to cook crayfish, so she refused to cook it easily.
This time, he was also blessed by Qingqing.
"Qingqing, eat more." Mrs. Zhang smiled as she served Qingqing some food. The happiest thing for a cook is when the eaters appreciate his or her cooking skills.
And the way to appreciate is very direct, just eat it all.
Fu Heng looked at Qingqing's happy look with a smile, and felt that bringing her here today was the right suggestion.
Maybe Qingqing herself didn't realize that although she had lost most of her memories of being with Professor Zhang and his wife, as soon as she stepped into this house, she still instinctively felt a sense of security as if she was back home.
For her, this is probably her second home besides the Fu family, and the two elders living here are more like her parents than her own parents.
A careful observation revealed that Qingqing's face was about 30% similar to Mrs. Zhang's, especially her peach blossom eyes, which were a must for the Gu family.
In fact, Qingqing and Mrs. Zhang were actually related by blood.
Mrs. Zhang's real name was Gu, and she was a distant relative of the Gu family. In terms of seniority, Qingqing had to call Mrs. Zhang "aunt".
So they came here today, not only as students to celebrate the birthday of their teacher, but also as the younger generation to celebrate the birthday of the elder.
It made up for the regret of the two elderly people that their children were not around.
"Qingqing, eat more. You look so thin."
Mrs. Zhang was very keen on serving food to Qingqing, and even peeled shrimps and removed fish bones herself, making Fu Heng's presence seem like a decoration.
Knowing that this was the old man's love for the younger generation, he did not try to grab this job, so he ate his meal in peace and dealt with Professor Zhang's occasional surprise inspections.
As expected of a lifelong teacher, he habitually wanted to inspect students' homework whenever he met them. Fortunately,
even though he had graduated, he was still in the business circle after all, and Fu Heng would never forget the necessary knowledge, so he could deal with it calmly.
In the end, he survived the inspection during the meal, but failed the chess game after the meal.
Faced with Professor Zhang's hurried urging, Fu Heng could only get up and go over helplessly.
He would rather do a hundred papers than play chess with Professor Zhang.
It's not that this guy is so good at chess, but Professor Zhang is just a bad chess player. When he gets angry, he will curse at people. Playing chess with him is not a pleasure, but a torture.
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