"Okay, okay, go away." Shen Junyan waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly, his face full of disgust.
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "Well, I brought quite a bit here. I'm going to give some to Doctor Zhou and Nurse Li. You're busy, so I won't bother you anymore."
Huang Wanzhen went out and went straight to the stairs. Unexpectedly, she met Chu Yanzhi, whom she had not seen for a long time, at the stairs.
She was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, quickly stepped forward, and smiled as she handed over a bag of food. "Good morning, Doctor Chu! Have you had breakfast? This is the food my family made. It's still hot. Please try it."
Chu Yanzhi was thinner than before, but his eyes were bright and lively. He was wearing a white coat and looked at Huang Wanzhen coldly and arrogantly. Just when Huang Wanzhen was about to retract her hand, he suddenly reached out and took the paper bag, "Thank you!"
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "You're welcome. Please enjoy. I'll bring some to Doctor Zhou."
When she stepped onto the stairs, Huang Wanzhen felt a discomfort in her back, and she quickly increased her speed, "dong dong dong--" and quickly went up to the second floor.
Only after closing the door to the second-floor corridor did she breathe a sigh of relief, muttering to herself, "They are all so powerful and difficult to serve."
After Huang Wanzhen checked in at the hospital, she went out and hailed a car. She returned to Dengshikou Street and went to the shop to inform Chen Hanfeng, "Ask Dahua to make some more red bean cakes and send them to Miss Bella at John's Hospital later."
"Oh! Got it." Chen Hanfeng responded, and when he turned to go back into the shop, Huang Wanzhen stopped him again, "Wait! Yuya made a delicious roast pork elbow dish a few days ago. I saw that Doctor Shen liked it, so I made a few more for him."
Chen Hanfeng nodded. "One pork elbow is quite a large portion. I might as well take a few more and give some to Miss Bella and Director Anthony as well."
When it comes to gift-giving, Huang Wanzhen is truly not one of those experienced Republicans who are adept at socializing. "Okay, you decide. The more gifts you give, the less blame you get."
This time, Chen Hanfeng was more cautious. After agreeing, he did not leave in a hurry. He waited until the car Huang Wanzhen was riding in left a trail of exhaust fumes before turning around and returning to the shop.
Although Huang Wanzhen felt a little uncomfortable, she still got up early on Sunday morning to prepare to attend the salon.
This time, she wasn't planning on bringing any products from the shop. Instead, she dug out her private collection of signed copies of "The Swordsman" and stuffed them into her handbag. The bag was too small, and after two copies, it couldn't fit in. Huang Wanzhen simply emptied her handbag, put the books in, and then rolled up her handbag and stuffed it back in. Then she got up to get dressed.
When they arrived at the three-story Western-style building at No. 132 Xinjieli, it was Mrs. Qian who opened the door this time. She didn't know if Ms. Qian had said anything to her, but she was quite polite this time. Huang Wanzhen didn't want to waste her time on irrelevant people. Since the other party didn't say anything unpleasant, she didn't say much either. She nodded as a greeting and went up to the third floor.
Huang Wanzhen brought books this time and she had to give one to the organizer of the salon, Shen Junyan. She looked around but didn't see Shen Junyan. She asked the servant who served snacks and found out that he was on the balcony, talking to the guests.
Huang Wanzhen thanked him with a smile, turned around and saw Gao Caixue, and hurried forward to give him her book.
Gao Caixue was a little surprised. He took a closer look and found that it was Huang Erjie's "The Swordsman". "I've seen this novel in the newspaper. Did you write it?"
If it were someone else, they would certainly be a bit modest, but Huang Wanzhen is not a modest person. "I wrote it. I have written many short stories and novels, but this is the only novel that has been published."
Gao Caixue smiled and said, "You haven't even started college yet, but you already have a novel published by Minghua Bookstore. That's already very good."
"You don't know, but we have a professor in our office who's from the south. He received an old-fashioned education and never went to college, but he has a brilliant pen, and his essays and novels are both excellent. As long as you have real talent and knowledge, you will still be respected by students."
Gao Caixue pondered for a moment and continued, "You should be entering your third year of high school in the second half of the year, right? Do you plan to go to college? I'm not bragging, but our Yenching University is one of the best universities in the country."
Huang Wanzhen smiled politely. "Actually, I've stopped writing. Compared to literature, I prefer fashion design. My teacher, Miss Green, said that there are no professional high-end fashion schools in our country. The current world fashion center is in France. I'm learning French and hope to study abroad in France if I have the chance in the future."
Although Gao Caixue agreed with Huang Wanzhen's opinion, he still strongly recommended Yenching University to her. "We in China are indeed not as good as France in fashion design, but we also have our own characteristics. Many Western designers incorporate Chinese oriental elements into their clothing designs. Our school has a pattern design department that mainly trains students in pattern design, color theory, and other aspects. We also have courses related to clothing fabric design, such as dyeing and weaving patterns."
"Oh? Really?" Huang Wanzhen's eyes sparkled as she spoke about her favorite topic. "Is the teacher from China?"
Gao Caixue smiled, "Of course, there is a female lecturer in the Pattern Department, who studied under Mr. Fu Huixin. Master Fu is the favorite female painter of the Yehenara clan. Not only is she a famous court painter, she is also responsible for the design of the clothing patterns of the Yehenara clan."
"Are you talking about Mr. Yin Jialuo?" Huang Wanzhen was so engrossed in listening that she didn't even notice when Shen Junyan came up behind her. "Hello, Doctor Shen," Huang Wanzhen quickly turned around to greet him. When she saw Chu Yanzhi beside him, she nodded twice quickly and took out two books from her bag and presented them to him. "My novel, 'The Swordsman.'"
After Shen Junyan and Chu Yanzhi took it, they both lowered their heads and looked through it.
"I knew you submitted articles to the newspaper, but I didn't know that your book would be published so soon." Shen Junyan still remembered that Huang Wanzhen was diligently writing in the ward during her foot binding surgery. At that time, he felt that this girl had a bright future.
"Yes! I never thought Miss Huang would publish a book at such a young age. I've always thought her article, 'Knowledge Changes Destiny,' was excellent. Knowledge can change our destiny. It gives us power, allowing us to not only change ourselves, but also the people around us and our environment."
"Our country is far behind the advanced Western countries. Now it is a new society. Women can also receive education, learn advanced knowledge, and contribute to the progress of our country." After reading "Knowledge Changes Destiny" written by Huang Wanzhen, Gao Caixue felt that she was a chivalrous person and a revolutionary in the new era. She should not be trapped in the backyard and live a vain life.
Shen Junyan rolled up the book in his hand and held it in his right hand. "Yes! Wanzhen is not only courageous, but also very persevering. If her talent can get her admitted to Yenching University, she might even become a female scholar."
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