Luo Wenyuan, remembering Qingshan's order for Ye Qian to study men's health and punishing him if he didn't do well, sat by the sidelines with a sullen face, listening in. Ye Qian was already nervous about memorizing, and seeing his master's cold gaze fixed on him, he made several mistakes in the Tangtou Jue, which he had memorized by heart, and received several slaps on the wrist.
Ye Zhi's bone marrow hematopoietic function has fully recovered, but Qingshan still asked her to take blood-generating pills. After all, her physical foundation is weak and she is young, so she needs to consolidate it for a period of time to be safe, so as not to damage her vitality when she gets married and gives birth in the future.
We had dumplings for lunch, and in the evening, Qingshan cooked a large table of delicious food himself. Friends and family sat around the table, laughing and chatting, and spent an unforgettable Lantern Festival.
After dinner, Zhan Kunpeng slumped on the sofa, stroking his stomach and groaning because of the bloating.
"...Sister, your cooking skills are even better than Ah Tao's. Take the glutinous rice balls you made today, for example. I've never eaten such delicious glutinous rice balls in my life! Wow, the glutinous rice skin melts in your mouth, and the filling is sweet but not greasy. It's the best! Brother-in-law Xiao Luo, don't blame me for not reminding you. You have to pay attention to your figure after you get married. You can easily become overweight!"
Luo Wenyuan nodded in agreement: No wonder grandpa gained so much weight after living here for half a month. It would be terrible if I follow in the old man's footsteps in the future. I'll go out for a run later!
Old man Luo had been so full of Qingshan's dehydrated vegetables these past two days that he finally managed to control his food intake and had just the right amount for dinner. This time it was his turn to laugh at others for eating too much.
"Brother Zhan is right. That brat Wen Yuan thinks I've become fat because of Qingshan. Isn't he the same? Humph, the pot calling the kettle black!"
Luo Wenyuan: ...Grandpa, could you please not expose my shortcomings in front of outsiders? (＃￣～￣＃)
With the apprentices around, they took care of the cleaning and washing of dishes. Qingshan took out a few large hawthorn pills and gave them to those who were full to promote digestion and eliminate greasiness.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Meiling prepared to go upstairs to clean up the guest rooms for the guests from Hong Kong Island. Zhan Kunpeng, with his sharp eyes, quickly stopped her and said, "I'll take Zhan Feng, Ye Qian and Ye Zhi to Villa No. 7 across the street later. Meiling, don't bother!"
Zhan Kunpeng called Qingshan "sister," which sounded nice at first, as even though Qingshan was only five years old, he still had to follow the generational hierarchy. But when he arrived at Qingshan's house, Zhan Kunpeng cunningly ignored the issue of generational hierarchy and directly addressed Qingshan's parents by their names. He called Qingshan's grandmother, Mrs. Sun, "old sister" and Luo Zhentian "old brother Luo." Zhan Kunpeng completely messed up the Chen family's generational hierarchy.
When Zhang Meiling heard that Zhan Kunpeng would not live in her house, she was relieved. The Chen family did not have enough guest rooms, and she originally wanted to let Qingshan sleep with her grandmother and give up their room. Now that's good, she doesn't have to worry about it anymore.
"I was wondering why Villa No. 7 across the street had been empty for so long. Turns out Mr. Zhan bought it. Now we're neighbors, so it'll be more convenient for us to visit each other!"
"Hey, it's all family property, so feel free to live there. I'll give you a key to Villa No. 7 later. If there's room for guests in the future, just have them stay across the street!"
Zhang Meiling was so scared that she quickly waved her hands. It was too luxurious to use a villa worth millions as a guest room for her own family!
"Hey! This is unacceptable!"
"Meiling, we're from Hong Kong Island and we only stay here a few times a year. Leaving the house empty for a long time isn't good for feng shui. Consider it a favor, otherwise I'd have to pay someone to look after it from time to time!"
Zhang Meiling refused several times without success, and finally agreed: "Okay, Mr. Zhan, don't worry, I'll take care of the house across the street for you. If you have a lot of guests at home, you can stay there. We will definitely not make a mess for you."
"Haha, okay, okay!"
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