After hanging up the phone, Chuxia returned to her bedroom. She opened the cabinet under the dressing table and found a bulging paper bag inside.

Cen Zhengnian had placed the gift here in advance when he went home last time, just in case he couldn't come back on Chuxia's birthday, it would not affect Chuxia's receiving his gift.

Chuxia took out the paper bag, opened the bag, and saw a few pieces of paper and a book inside.

Chuxia took out all the things and looked at the pieces of paper first. When she saw the contents on them, she was stunned.

The paper wrote the majors currently offered by the Imperial Capital College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the admission score in Liangzhou Province in recent years, and the probability of her passing the exam with her current grades.

Chuxia flipped through the pages again. Not only were there pages about the Imperial Capital College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but there were also the majors and cutoffs offered by several other famous medical universities in the capital.

In addition, there were also the founding histories of these schools, their school spirit, famous alumni, amazing teachers, and so on.

After Chuxia finished reading them carefully, she sat on a chair with the papers in her hand, her eyes falling on the papers. These papers were light and seemed to have no weight, but Chuxia felt they were very heavy.

She put the papers back into the paper bag and looked at the letter at the bottom.

There was actually nothing written in the letter, except that it said that the information should have been given to her earlier, but because it had not been fully collected, it was not delivered to her until now.

This information was not only collected by Cen Zhengnian, but also with the help of Jiang Zhida, Jiang's uncle, and he also asked the director of the institute, Yan Hemin.

Chuxia looked at it and couldn't help but curl her lips. Cen Zhengnian really didn't take credit for himself.

In fact, when Chuxia said she wanted to know about the better schools of traditional Chinese medicine in Beijing, Cen Zhengnian kept it in mind.

He said he would help check the admission line, which is easier to check. He can find out by asking Jiang's uncle, but he couldn't understand the specific situation of the school when he was in the northwest.

Later, when he came to Beijing, he didn't go to the school in person because he was too busy and didn't have time. When he had meals or rested, he would ask his local colleagues in Beijing.

Of course, the ones who asked the most questions were Grandpa Chiang and Uncle Chiang. Chiang Chi-tat helped him to visit the school in person.

No wonder the materials even listed how many teaching buildings there were in the school, where the cafeteria was, and even how many lakes there were.

In addition to the materials, there was also a handwritten medical practice manual.

Chuxia glanced at the words on the manual. She was very familiar with the font. Then she looked at the words written in Cen Zhengnian's letter. They were exactly the same.

She continued to read the letter.

Ever since I knew you wanted to study Chinese medicine, every time I went to the library or bookstore to look up information, my eyes would subconsciously glance at the place where medical books were placed.

But this medical book was not bought by me. It was from the grandfather of a colleague of mine who happened to study Chinese medicine. I asked him to borrow his grandfather's medical practice record manual and copied it down to give to you.

I can't think of what kind of birthday gift I should give you that you would like, but I always feel that this medical practice manual is what you need.

When Chu Xia saw this sentence, her eyes suddenly became a little sour. She blinked and touched the words on the cover of the manual. The thoughtfulness of this gift surprised her more than receiving beautiful jewelry and clothes.

Chu Xia could even imagine how Cen Zhengnian squeezed out time to write this manual in his busy schedule. Maybe every night when he got home from work, when everyone else was asleep, he would still lie on the table and copy a few pages before going to bed.

She liked this gift very much.

Today's birthday is the happiest birthday Chu Xia has had since her grandfather left. An An bought her a cake and a scarf, and Cen Zhengnian gave her what she needed most.

In fact, Cen Zhengnian himself doesn’t pay much attention to birthdays. He can’t remember them either. He forgets the time when he’s busy.

No one has reminded him of these things before.

But the last time Chuxia celebrated An’an’s birthday, she solemnly asked him to prepare a gift, and said that everyone only has one birthday a year, and this festival is very important.

Cen Zhengnian just realized that he had neglected these things before. Chuxia attaches so much importance to An’an’s birthday, so she must attach great importance to her own birthday as well.

Therefore, at that time, he would pay attention from time to time to see what he should give Chuxia on her birthday. If it weren’t for his colleague’s grandfather’s medical manual, he would probably find other precious medical books to give to Chuxia.

Chuxia didn’t know Cen Zhengnian’s mentality in giving gifts. Now she is holding the medical manual and can’t let it go. These are all real cases of Chinese medicine practice!

If Chu Xia hadn't remembered that her skin was fragile and she couldn't stay up late, she might really have read the medical manual overnight.

The next day, the first thing Chu Xia did was to touch the medical manual on the bedside. She felt relieved when she touched it.

In the following days, Chu Xia started to read the medical manual in addition to studying. This manual of Cen Zhengnian's colleague's grandfather recorded a lot of symptoms. It can be seen that he has been to many places, but most of them were in poor rural areas.

The doctor's name is Gao Lin. He is not a very famous doctor, but from these real cases and how they were handled, Chu Xia can see that his medical skills are not worse than those of famous doctors.

Because he was not complacent and went to various places to see patients in person, accumulating experience and improving medical skills, many of his later prescriptions for treating patients broke the conventions, but they could achieve the best treatment effect, and the herbs used were not too expensive.

However, many people could not afford the inexpensive herbs, so the booklet also recorded a lot of Gao Lin's own process of collecting herbs and preparing medicines.

After Chuxia finished reading the whole booklet, she continued to read it from the beginning. This time she read it very carefully, and even saw those cases, her hands were itchy. She hadn't treated patients for a long time.

But there was no rush. After she was admitted to university and could practice medicine, there would be patients looking for her.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. This year was different from last year. Last year, Chuxia and An'an were in poor health and were prone to getting sick when using fans, so Chuxia didn't buy a fan.

But this year, she and An An's bodies have recovered, and she can't stand such heat anymore. Chuxia found a morning and bought a fan before the sun came out completely.

She didn't dare let the fan blow towards her, so she set it to shake. The cool breeze blew out from the fan, and Chuxia felt less impetuous when doing her homework.

"Mom, you bought a fan!"

Cen Huaian saw the fan that Chuxia put in the study as soon as he entered the room. He had just come back from outside and was sweating profusely. He stretched his head towards the fan to blow. Chuxia

grabbed his collar and pulled him aside: "It's hot and cold at the same time. Do you want to catch a cold? Don't blow like this in the future. Wipe your sweat first."

After getting the fan, Cen Huaian was even less willing to go out.

Fans were not cheap at that time, costing more than one hundred yuan each, and Chuxia only bought one.

Therefore, at night, Chuxia and An'an tried their best to move An'an's small bed into her room, so that both of them could use the fan at night.

In early June, when Chuxia collected the clothes and hung them in An'an's closet, she saw that his desk was a bit messy, so she tidied it up for him and saw the calendar she had bought for An'an. The

numbers on the calendar were full of circles, and only the time when she met Cen Zhengnian was marked with a check mark.

Chuxia looked at the last check mark, and it had been many days since then. In fact, she had not seen Cen Zhengnian for longer than An'an.

She did not touch the calendar, tidied up the table and walked out of the room.

The two dogs saw her coming out, barking and circling around her, their tails wagging like rattles.

Now we can't call them puppies, Huangzi and Heizi have grown big, because they are well-fed, their fur is shiny and smooth, and they are very loyal to their master.

Chuxia touched the heads of the two dogs, knowing that they were hungry again, and went to the kitchen to find mixed grain steamed buns to feed them.

While feeding her, she said: "Your friends have more food than the dogs in the whole alley, so you must be grateful, be obedient, take good care of the house, and protect the master, and don't waste these steamed buns."

Dogs also need to be brainwashed, and the idea of ​​loyally protecting the master and the yard must be repeated every day!

When Cen Huaian returned home, he saw his mother feeding the dog while talking. He was used to such scenes, so he put his schoolbag on the chair, picked up the cup on the table and poured a glass of water to drink.

"Mom, it's so hot today!"

"Yes, it's a little hot."

Chuxia stood up. The weather was a little too hot today.

Cen Huaian also had a physical education class in the afternoon. He told Chuxia that a classmate fainted during class: "Our teacher said he had heatstroke."

Upon hearing this, Chuxia immediately reached out and touched Cen Huaian's forehead. It was a little hot, probably because it was too hot to walk back.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Cen Huaian shook his head. Chuxia was not very worried, because the tea he brought to school was specially brewed for him by her, patchouli tea that can prevent heatstroke.

You can also drink it if you have heat stroke. Its raw materials are Patchouli and Perilla, which are also very effective for heat stroke.

However, it is a medicinal tea after all, and it cannot be drunk for a long time. It is because it is too hot today, and Chuxia is afraid that Cen Huaian will have heat stroke, so she made this tea for him.

At other times, Chuxia always asks him to bring salt and sugar water, which is boiled water with salt and sugar. The taste is not so good, but it can replenish the salt lost by excessive sweating and prevent hypoglycemia.

"Mom, I gave my tea to a classmate who had heat stroke. Can I also get a little red flower?"

"Of course!" Chuxia raised her eyebrows and patted his head: "You are helping your classmates. Is your classmate okay?" "

Yes."

Chuxia: "Go and get the little red flower book, I will draw a little red flower for you."

After Chuxia drew him, Cen Huaian wanted to exchange the little red flower for ice cream.

It's summer now, and all the kids love to eat popsicles. Cen Huaian also loves to eat popsicles, but he loves ice cream more.

But Chu Xia doesn't allow An An to eat more, whether it's popsicles or ice cream. If he eats too much, she will find out and deduct all his red flowers. She also punishes him by not allowing him to eat for a week.

"Okay, but not today. Tomorrow I want to take you to see your dad, and I can't take you to buy ice cream. I'll buy it for you when I have time."

Cen Huaian couldn't hear when he could eat ice cream. He only heard that his mother was going to take him to see his dad!

"Then I won't learn chess and martial arts tomorrow?"

"I'll talk to your grandpa and ask for a day off. I can't deny you a full day off every week."

An An's face, which always looks like a little adult, didn't hold back. He showed a small smile and turned to run into his room.

Chu Xia knew what he was going to do. He must be checking the date on his calendar.

For dinner, Chuxia made mung bean soup to clear away heat and relieve summer heat.

The next morning, when Chuxia opened her eyes, she met a pair of bright big eyes, which almost frightened her to death.

Looking closely, it was Cen Huaian lying on the head of her bed and looking at her. Chuxia looked at him helplessly, sat up and asked: "Why are you lying on the head of my bed? Have you finished the task assigned by your martial arts teacher?" "

I have finished. I want to see when you wake up, mom?"

Chuxia reached out and pushed him back: "Are you so anxious to see your father? No matter how anxious we are, we have to eat first. Go out and wait."

"Okay."

Cen Huaian turned around and went out, closing the door of Chuxia's room.

It was hot at this time, Chuxia looked in the closet and put on a short-sleeved shirt and a light green skirt.

She tucked her shirt loosely into her skirt to create a casual look, and then put on a pair of white leather sandals. She looked beautiful in the mirror.

After breakfast, Chuxia didn't bring anything else, so she boiled a can of sour plum soup, bought some peaches and a big watermelon, and took them to see Cen Zhengnian.

The sour plum soup tasted very good. Before it was canned, Cen Huaian drank a big bowl of it first, and even wanted to drink more, but was stopped by Chuxia.

"You ate and drank so much sour plum soup. Your stomach is bloated and you still want to drink. Aren't you afraid of hurting your stomach?"

Cen Huaian pursed his lips and could only watch Chuxia can the sour plum soup. There were only two words in his eyes: I want to drink.

Chuxia pretended not to see his desire. After canning, she asked Cen Huaian to carry the bought fruits with her and go out to take the bus.

The bus didn't have air conditioning at the moment, but after the bus started, the not-too-hot wind in the morning blew in from the window, which could also bring coolness.

When they arrived at the research institute, because Cen Zhengnian had told the guards of the family compound in advance and there was a record before, the guards let Chuxia and Anan into the family compound after checking their IDs.

Chuxia had the spare key to the dormitory that Cen Zhengnian gave her last time. She opened the door of Cen Zhengnian's dormitory, and there was no difference from the last time she came.

Cen Huaian knew that his father was still working at this moment. He took out the chess book that his grandfather gave him. When he was about to sit on the table to read it, he saw a lot of papers scattered on the table. There were a lot of numbers and symbols he couldn't understand written on the papers.

"Mom, what is this?"

Chuxia was watching in the room, thinking about where to put the peaches. When she heard Cen Huaian's voice, she walked over and looked down at the paper, then pulled Cen Huaian up: "Let's not look at or touch the content of your father's work."

Then Chuxia pulled the chair out and let Cen Huaian sit down to look at the chess score, while she sat on the bed.

But as soon as she sat down, Chuxia felt the dampness of the mattress. She touched it with her hand and it was indeed a little damp. It was estimated that Cen Zhengnian had no time to dry his mattress, and he didn't even lay out a cool mat, and he didn't even remember to do it.

Chuxia walked out of the dormitory door. The sun was shining brightly in the corridor outside. She wiped the railings on the side of the corridor, took off the sheets, and put the mattress and the cool mat out to dry.

Then Chuxia called Cen Huaian, and took the bed sheets and the quilt to the bathroom. She filled a basin with water, sprinkled detergent in it, and asked Cen Huaian to wash his feet and step on it.

When she felt that he had stepped on it enough, she put it under the faucet to rinse it, and finally she and Cen Huaian squeezed out the water and hung it on the rope in the yard below.

After cleaning up like this, Chuxia felt sweaty. There was no fan in Cen Zhengnian's dormitory, so she made a fan with paper.

There was an old-fashioned washing machine in the courtyard. It was not comparable to the fully automatic washing machines of later generations, but it made it much easier for Chuxia to wash clothes, especially large pieces. Sometimes

Cen Huaian could use the washing machine to wash some light clothes. Chuxia had only told Cen Zhengnian once before that she didn't like doing laundry, so he bought a washing machine in the courtyard.

Chuxia asked where he bought the appliances in the courtyard, after all, each item was not cheap.

Cen Zhengnian did not hide it from her, he bought it through Zhishu Jiang, who had a purchasing channel and sold it at wholesale prices, not as expensive as buying it in a department store. Chuxia

didn't ask any more questions, and she admired Zhishu Jiang very much. In this era, it is not easy to have the courage to make a business on your own.

After washing Cen Zhengnian's sheets today, Chuxia decided that she would prepare a few more sets of clothes for him to change, and take the changed ones home to wash directly, as it was too tiring to wash them by hand.

Cen Zhengnian knew that Chuxia and An'an would come over at noon today. After finishing his morning work, he did not walk towards the canteen like other colleagues, but went directly to the entrance of the research institute.

Ye Xingxu felt very strange and reached out to grab Cen Zhengnian's arm: "Where are you going? Aren't you going to eat?"

When Chuxia called Cen Zhengnian yesterday, Ye Xingxu didn't know, and Cen Zhengnian didn't tell others that his wife and son were coming over today.

Cen Zhengnian took Ye Xingxu's hand away and said naturally: "I'm going back to the dormitory. My wife and son are here."

Ye Xingxu's eyes lit up: "Did my sister-in-law bring delicious food again?"

Cen Zhengnian glanced at him: "I don't know."

Ye Xingxu urged him to go home quickly to take a look. Ye Xingxu still misses the locust flower delicacies that Chuxia brought last time.

However, Cen Zhengnian took two steps outside, remembered something, turned around and walked back to the canteen.

Ye Xingxu was still thinking about the food, but Cen Zhengnian had already walked past him, not paying any attention to what he said.

"Where are you going?" Ye Xingxu was confused again: "Aren't you going back to the dormitory to eat?"

Cen Zhengnian: "I'll pack some food to take back."

Chuxia said yesterday that it was hot now, and the prepared food couldn't be brought back, otherwise it would stay in the lunch box or bowl for the whole morning and would definitely be inedible.

The light in Ye Xingxu's eyes fell. Since Cen Zhengnian had to get the food, his wife definitely didn't bring any delicious food.

He sighed. The opportunity to improve the team's diet was gone.

Cen Zhengnian got enough food for the family of three, and left the cafeteria under Ye Xingxu's envious gaze.

Seeing his look, Yan Hemin laughed and waved his hands in front of him: "Are you jealous of Zhengnian's wife and son coming to see him?"

Ye Xingxiu immediately retracted his gaze, raised his eyebrows and said: "No."

Yan Hemin looked like he saw through everything, but didn't say anything, patted his shoulder and said: "Don't be jealous. I heard that your mother sent you a photo of your blind date, and you will soon be able to live a life like Zhengnian."

Ye Xingxiu thought of the photo his mother sent him, and he had a headache.

He didn't like this blind date because her face was too big. He liked someone with a smaller face, white skin, and big eyes. It would be even better if he could talk to her.

After listening to Ye Xingxiu's requirements for choosing a spouse, Yan Hemin said, "This is simple. We have such female researchers in our institute. Do you like any of them?"

Ye Xingxiu was stunned and shook his head: "I didn't notice."

He usually doesn't look like a serious researcher, but in fact, when working, he is just like Cen Zhengnian, and he doesn't pay attention to the situation outside.

Not to mention when working together, who would care whether you are a man or a woman, or whether they like you or not.

Yan Hemin smiled and said, "Then you can pay attention to it in the future, as long as it does not affect your work."

On the other side, Cen Zhengnian took his lunch box upstairs and saw the mattress that was hung out to dry in early summer. No wonder he felt that the sheets downstairs looked familiar, they were his.

Cen Zhengnian's eyebrows softened, and he quickened his pace to his dormitory, his heartbeat getting a little faster.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he looked up and saw Chuxia and Anan, one sitting on a chair eating a peach and the other leaning on the bed holding a book. There was a warm atmosphere in the room.

Cen Zhengnian's expression became even gentler.

Hearing the voice, Chuxia and Anan looked up at the door.

Cen Zhengnian's tall figure was standing there. Because of the light behind him, people could not see his face clearly, but they could feel his eyes falling gently on the two of them.

"Dad!"

As soon as Cen Huaian saw Cen Zhengnian, he immediately stood up from the chair and forgot to eat the peach in his hand.

Cen Zhengnian's eyes were filled with smiles, and he walked over and rubbed Cen Huaian's hair: "Anan, do you miss your dad?"

Cen Huaian did not speak, but his eyes followed Cen Zhengnian closely, watching everything he did.

"Dad, you haven't been home for a long time."

There was a bitter smile on Cen Zhengnian's face. He put the lunch box on the table, turned around and picked up Cen Huaian and said, "I'm sorry, Dad is a little busy recently."

"It's okay." Cen Huaian imitated the way Chu Xia patted him and patted Cen Zhengnian on the back: "Mom and I are here to see Dad."

Cen Zhengnian instantly felt sour and hot in his heart, making him not know what to say for a moment, and just patted Cen Huaian on the back gently.

Chuxia got up from the bed at this time, went to the table beside her, poured a cup of sour plum soup and handed it to Cen Zhengnian: "I brought you sour plum soup."

Chuxia opened the lid of the sour plum soup and placed it on the table where there was no paper. She only stared at the bowl of sour plum soup and didn't even look at the white paper.

The sour plum soup was completely cold at this time, just right to drink. There was no ice cubes, not at home. Chuxia herself didn't like to eat too cold food in summer, which was bad for the stomach.

Chuxia knew that most people who worked like Cen Zhengnian had bad stomachs, and they couldn't tolerate too much stimulation.

"Dad, the sour plum soup is delicious."

Cen Huaian said, his eyes still on the sour plum soup, because it was brought for his father, so he wanted to drink it but endured it.

Cen Zhengnian could already smell the unique plum flavor in the sour plum soup, which made him want to drink it.

He put Cen Huaian down, took the sour plum soup and took a sip. The sour and sweet taste filled his entire mouth and flowed from the esophagus to the stomach. Cen Zhengnian, who originally had no appetite because of the hot weather, suddenly wanted to eat.

"It tastes good."

Chuxia raised her eyebrows: "Of course, I made it myself. I picked all the ingredients for the sour plum soup myself."

Cen Zhengnian looked at the little pride in Chuxia's eyes, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Yes, it tastes better than outside."

Chuxia chuckled: "Compared to most people's soup, I am still confident."

"Mom."

Seeing Cen Zhengnian drinking so happily, Cen Huaian wanted to drink more. He looked at Chuxia, and the greed in his eyes made Chuxia want to laugh.

Cen Zhengnian gave the cup in his hand to Cen Huaian: "An An, drink mine."

Cen Huaian would never take his father's. This was the first time for his father to drink the sour plum soup made by his mother, and there was still more in the jar.

"Dad, I don't want yours."

Chuxia had already filled Cen Huaian's small kettle with sour plum soup, handed it to him and asked him to drink it, saying to Cen Zhengnian: "You drink yours."

There was not much sour plum soup in a can, and the family of three drank it up in one share.

"Are those papers the content of your work?" Chuxia pointed to the papers scattered on the table and said: "Don't leave them on the table, pick them up quickly. Fortunately, An An and I are not curious people, otherwise you will leak the secret."

In fact, An An is very curious, but Chuxia has told him that he can't look at or ask about his father's work.

Cen Zhengnian walked over, sorted out the papers and said: "These are waste contents. I forgot to deal with them yesterday, and I won't do it in the future."

Even if it is researching waste paper that is no longer needed, according to work requirements, it cannot be shown to others.

Yesterday, Cen Zhengnian finished his calculations and put them on the table, thinking that he would deal with them in the laboratory today. He left in a hurry in the morning and forgot about it.

Because no one else would come in Cen Zhengnian's dormitory, he didn't care about these scraps. And he trusted Chuxia and An'an in his heart, and didn't think that the two would see it when they came today.

After drinking sour plum soup, the family of three ate the food in the cafeteria, and they felt that their appetite increased a lot.

While eating, Chuxia said to Cen Zhengnian: "I put your mattress and cooling mat out to dry, and washed the sheets, and An'an also helped."

Cen Zhengnian praised Cen Huaian, turned to look at Chuxia: "Sheets are not easy to wash, I'll do it myself next time."

Chuxia glanced at him: "Do you have the time? When I sat on your bed, your mattress was a little damp, and you didn't change the cooling mat."

Cen Zhengnian's mattress was made of pure cotton, which is indeed easy to get damp, especially in the rainy summer.

He looked at Chuxia: "I can wash it when I rest."

Chuxia: "When do you rest? It's been almost a month, and I haven't seen you rest."

"There will be time in the evening." Cen Zhengnian said.

"You have washed it, do you have a change?"

Cen Zhengnian nodded and pointed to the wooden cabinet next to the bed to Chuxia: "There is another set of clean sheets there."

Chuxia: She doesn't know.

Cen Zhengnian continued: "Actually, I just washed it a week ago."

He likes cleanliness, so even if he comes home late at night, he will take a shower and wash clothes. When he has more time, he will wash the sheets as well.

Ye Xingxiu saw it a few times and said that he was too particular. It would be better for him to sleep a little longer so that he would be more energetic when doing research the next day.

Cen Zhengnian ignored him. This is a personal hygiene habit. And even if he goes to bed at twelve o'clock, it will not affect his mental state tomorrow.

Chuxia felt her arm hurt a little when she heard her say this: if she had known, she would not wash it.

But she still said: "You can take the ones you change home to wash in the future. How late do you have to wash at night before you can go to bed?"

"No problem."

Cen Zhengnian paused and said: "If I can catch up with the time to go home, I will take it home."

After dinner, Cen Zhengnian did not rest and went to work. Chuxia stopped him and asked him to take the watermelon to the research institute.

Cen Zhengnian looked at the watermelon and did not take it: "You and Anan can eat it by yourselves." Chuxia

forced the net bag of the watermelon into his hand: "Take it. Anan and I can eat it at home, and there are peaches. Take it away. I don't know if this watermelon is enough for you colleagues to share."

Chuxia specially picked a big watermelon. One is very heavy. If she and Anan take another one, they will not be able to lift it. After all, there are other things.

Cen Zhengnian was holding a watermelon: "Cut it a little smaller, that's enough."

The watermelon was free, and his colleagues in the lab were lucky to have it, so they had no right to be picky.

Cen Zhengnian walked away with the watermelon. When he entered the institute, many people's eyes fell on the net bag in his hand, and their eyes showed one meaning: this watermelon looks very sweet, I want to eat it.

Unfortunately, Cen Zhengnian was not the kind of person who would be polite to others. No matter who greeted him, he just nodded, carried the watermelon and continued to walk to the lab, without mentioning the watermelon.

After entering the laboratory, Ye Xingxiu was the first to look over and noticed the big watermelon in his hand. He immediately put down the pen he was using to calculate and rushed over: "Is this what my sister-in-law brought? Is it for the people in our laboratory?"

He asked the question, but he had already picked up the watermelon in his hands: "Come on! Come and eat the watermelon!"

A group of researchers in the laboratory looked over at once, and no matter what they were doing, their eyes were fixed on the watermelon with a bright light.

Eating a watermelon after dinner in the hot summer is simply the most wonderful thing.

"Where did this watermelon come from?"

"It's so big, and the skin is so good, it must be very sweet!" A

researcher walked over and knocked on the shell of the watermelon, making a "muffled" sound.

"Cough!"

Yan Hemin cleared his throat in the back, and a group of researchers immediately made way, "Teacher, look, a big watermelon!"

Yan Hemin saw it, and he looked at Cen Zhengnian who had been standing at the door without moving, with a smile on his face: "Zhengnian, did your wife bring it?"

Cen Zhengnian: "Yes, my wife said to bring it over for everyone to share."

Amid the thanks from a group of researchers, Cen Zhengnian slowly added: "She only brought this one."

Yan Hemin Hemin was stunned for a moment: "Did your wife and son eat it?"

Cen Zhengnian: "They didn't. Teacher, let's share it."

Yan Hemin waved his hands and said: "No, no, your wife brought it here. She and your son didn't eat it, so we can't eat it either."

Cen Zhengnian looked at the watermelon and said: "Teacher, she brought it specially for you. If you don't eat it, I can't report it to you."

Hearing this, a group of simple researchers were very moved and thanked Chuxia even more.

They kept talking to Cen Zhengnian.

"Sister-in-law is so nice to us!"

"In the future, sister-in-law, if you have any problems, just call us!"

"Yes, we will definitely help if we can, and we will find ways to help if we can't!"

Cen Zhengnian looked at everyone and raised his lips: "Okay."

Everyone didn't notice his fleeting smile, and was completely immersed in the emotion and the joy of eating watermelon.

When dividing the watermelon, no one found a knife, but it didn't matter. The thing they had the most in their house was all kinds of sharp tools, and they quickly divided the watermelon.

Just as Cen Zhengnian said, it doesn't matter if there are more people, the watermelon can be divided into smaller pieces, and everyone still eats happily, and there is still some left.

"So sweet!"

"This is the sweetest watermelon I've eaten this summer, no, in all summers!"

"Me too."

"It's so delicious."

Everyone said this, and it didn't affect the speed of eating watermelons. They ate the first piece very quickly, waiting to eat the next piece of watermelon after finishing it, and try to eat two more pieces.

Before they started to fight, the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and the group of researchers from the next laboratory rushed in.

"Okay, you can eat it all by yourself!"

"You're not being righteous if you eat watermelons without calling us."

"There are so many left, it's a waste to throw them away."

Then a group of people ate the remaining watermelons under the murderous eyes of the researchers in Cen Zhengnian's laboratory.

"You bunch of beasts!"

"Bandits!"

"Who said we can't finish it? You are so shameless to eat you!"

The members of the neighboring laboratory who ate the watermelon didn't care about these roars, and said with relish: "This watermelon is sweet."

"It's juicy too."

"It's delicious."

"I want another piece."

The members of Cen Zhengnian's laboratory looked at them deliberately making such expressions that made people want to hit them, and they wanted to kill them with their eyes.

The members of the neighboring laboratory wanted to run away as soon as they finished eating, but they were stopped by Ye Xingxiu and his colleagues. They were asked to clean up the watermelon peel and watermelon juice on the table and the floor, and they were not allowed to leave until they cleaned it up.

"You want to run away after eating our food? How can this be possible!"

"Yes, hurry up and work, otherwise you will all stay here."

Yan Hemin and the leader of the neighboring laboratory watched with a smile, not caring about the quarrels of these people.

It's all for fun anyway, and since research is boring, it's a chance for everyone to relax.

Cen Zhengnian didn't participate, because he had already gotten what he wanted anyway.

Chuxia didn't know about the dispute caused by a watermelon. She was drowsy in the afternoon, and Cen Huaian was nodding on the table like a chicken pecking at rice.

It was lunchtime, and the sheets and quilt covers outside hadn't dried yet. Chuxia brought in the mattress that had almost dried, spread

a cool mat, and took An An to take a nap on his bed. Because it was summer, it was still hot even with only a sheet.

Chuxia was awakened by the heat. She looked at the sky outside, sobered up, and looked down at Cen Huaian.

He was also sweating all over his head, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

Chuxia took out the sheets, covering only his belly, and found the paper fan she had folded in the morning. While fanning the two of them, she took out the medical manual that Cen Zhengnian had given her.

She and An An were not going home tonight. Since they were already here, it would be too short to spend only one lunch together.

By staying overnight, An An could also spend more time with her father.

Cen Zhengnian came back earlier than usual. He came back with work, and he would not go to the research institute after dinner.

"Do you like watermelon?"

Chuxia stood beside Cen Zhengnian, watching him wash his bony hands in the basin of clean water, put on soap, and continued washing, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I like it." Cen Zhengnian washed his hands, took the towel beside him, wiped his hands and said, "They asked me to thank you."

Cen Zhengnian picked out a sentence that a researcher in the laboratory said to praise Chuxia, and Chuxia laughed out loud, looking at Cen Zhengnian with bright eyes: "Your colleagues are really interesting."

Cen Zhengnian didn't feel much about them: "That's because of you."

Chuxia: "That's fine, at least they remember my kindness, which is better than some people who don't remember it after eating it."

Cen Zhengnian had already walked to the table, lowered his head to look at Cen Huaian's chess and said, "They won't."

He would not let his colleagues eat Chuxia's watermelon without thanking Chuxia.

For dinner, Cen Zhengnian also made mung bean soup. Cen Huaian took a sip and said, "It's not as good as my mother's."

Cen Zhengnian had not been home in the summer, and had not drunk the mung bean soup cooked by Chuxia. Hearing what Cen Huaian said, he looked at Chuxia with a smile in his eyes, and then moved his eyes to Cen Huaian beside him: "I haven't drunk the soup made by your mother yet."

Cen Huaian looked up at Cen Zhengnian and blinked.

Cen Zhengnian continued: "An'an, can you tell Dad what the mung bean soup cooked by Mom tastes like?"

Cen Huaian thought for a while and said: "Sweet, with the mung beans, and a fragrance I don't know. Unlike this mung bean soup, it is not astringent, not sweet, and there are more beans than it."

Cen Zhengnian: "What you said makes me want to drink it even more."

He smiled and looked at Chuxia again. If Chuxia didn't understand what he meant, she would have grown a brain in vain.

But she didn't follow Cen Zhengnian's meaning and said, "You can drink it when you go home."

Cen Zhengnian's eyebrows drooped, his smile faded, and he sighed and said, "I also hope I can go home when I have time."

His expression made people feel pitiful.

Chuxia knew that he was pretending to be pitiful, but she couldn't help but soften her heart, because what he said was indeed the truth.

"After a while,