The housekeeper smiled and poured him a glass. The house was peaceful and quiet when Fu Jinchuan wasn't around. Nan Yu heard the noise outside and fried an extra egg pancake, which the maid took out.
When Song Chu saw that he also had one, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Dengxin took off her apron, washed her hands, and came out.
Seeing Song Chu, Nan Yu felt embarrassed when he remembered the experience of being stripped naked the day before yesterday. He subconsciously scratched his head. The old man sat in the main seat, and Song Chu sat on the left. Nan Yu was about to go to the right when the butler pulled out a chair for him first.
Grandpa Fu laughed heartily, "Try it, Xiaoyu's cooking is excellent, it's worth five stars."
Song Chu picked up the pancake with his chopsticks. He couldn't really tell whether it was good or bad, but because it was made by Nan Yu, Song Chu inexplicably viewed it through a lens of something special.
The old man took a bite of the pancake and a sip of soy milk, which made Nan Yu blush with praise, and she kept gesturing in the air with her hands:
Grandpa likes it, so I'll make it for you again tomorrow.
The nutritionist finally couldn't help but chime in:
“Young Madam, the old master can’t eat too much oily food. Breakfast needs to be balanced. The breakfast you make can only be eaten occasionally.”
The nutritionist was also lacking in emotional intelligence. Although it was for the old man's health, she said it to his face without giving Nan Yu any face, and even her tone carried a hint of resentment and scolding.
The old man's face darkened, and he said to the nutritionist:
"I love eating Xiaoyu's pancakes. For someone who's halfway to the grave, it doesn't matter what they eat!"
The scene became quite awkward.
Song Chu could have remained silent; he wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business. But he spoke up anyway, smiling to ease the tension.
"The old man can't eat, but I can. Both of you need to take care of your health. You offered me a place to stay before, but I had other things to do and declined. Now that I've finished my business, I wonder if there are any spare rooms?"
Grandpa Fu knew he was trying to smooth things over, but it was indeed much more convenient for Song Chu to stay there; at least if he felt unwell at night, he could get help quickly.
He said to the housekeeper, "Arrange a guest room for Dr. Song on the second floor."
Butler: "Yes, sir. We'll have someone prepare it in a bit, and Dr. Song can come and stay tonight."
Song Chu smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."
The butler smiled and said, "You're too kind."
Song Chu then turned his gaze to the young man and asked with a smile, "I wonder if I will ever have the chance to eat breakfast made by the young mistress again?"
Nan Yu nodded, her eyes crinkling at the corners. When she smiled, her eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, making her exceptionally beautiful. Although Grandpa Fu was initially quite angry, seeing his granddaughter-in-law smile made him feel much better.
The nutritionist realized she had misspoke and quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry, young mistress, I'm sorry, sir. I was just concerned. I'm not good with words, but my intention was also for your sake."
Apologize, fine, but then try to make excuses for yourself.
Perhaps that's true, but sometimes people need to learn to assess the situation. Whichever side the old man favors is the truth.
Nan Yu: It's alright, it's alright. It was my fault for not communicating properly beforehand. Thank you for reminding me.
After gesturing, he smiled at the nutritionist.
He had a very handsome smile, which made the nutritionist feel embarrassed. She regretted her thoughtless words and bowed apologetically.
The old man's mood, which had just improved, wavered again. Seeing this, the butler quickly sent the nutritionist away, and the group was able to eat properly. The old man looked at Song Chu and snorted.
"I never see you all day long, but you always come to check on me at the same time. Once you're staying here, you won't be able to escape. You have to take the old man's pulse every morning and once before he goes to bed."
Song Chu: "If I were here, I definitely would."
Grandpa Fu: "You're always so busy. I told you I'd give you extra money so you could stay at the house and focus on your studies, but you wouldn't have it."
Song Chu smiled: "After studying medicine for so many years, I still want to treat more patients. The old man is in good health, no less than a young man. If he pays me such a high salary, what if he turns me into a parasite and my medical skills decline? Would the old man still trust me to treat you?"
Grandpa Fu laughed heartily, "You rascal."
Song Chu smiled.
After finishing the meal, Song Chu said to Nan Yu, "Let's digest first, and then I'll help you clear your meridians later."
After the old man finished eating, the servants accompanied him out for a walk.
Nan Yu sat in the living room, and Song Chu also sat in the living room.
The wick couldn't speak, it just kept gesturing with its hands, which made him feel awkward. The atmosphere was stiff and he felt embarrassed. Luckily, there were tangerines on the coffee table, so he took one and peeled it. The fruit plate was full of decorations.
The host family usually eats the prepared food made by the servants.
But Nan Yu felt awkward, so she reached out to peel it, broke it in half and handed it to Song Chu. She couldn't speak, but her eyes were bright, as if to say: Do you want some?
Song Chu smiled slightly and reached out his hand. Both of their hands were beautiful. When the man took the orange, he touched the boy. The boy was not in good health, and his hands were cold. He put the orange into his mouth.
Song Chu: "It's delicious."
Nan Yu stuffed half of the orange into her mouth. The orange wasn't very big. She chewed and nodded, saying it was indeed delicious.
Seeing how voraciously he was eating, Song Chu paused for a second before laughing and saying, "But you should eat less cold food in this cold weather."
Lampwick: You're really amazing, I feel much better now.
After gesturing, he patted his chest.
I accidentally slapped it too hard, and the orange juice choked my throat, causing me to cough as soon as I opened my mouth.
Song Chu grabbed his arm and massaged a certain acupoint for a while until he stopped coughing. Deng Xin swallowed the orange and said, "Thank you."
Song Chu laughed: "Do you know the Five Animal Frolics and the Eight Pieces of Brocade?"
The boy looked confused and shook his head.
Song Chu: "If you haven't learned it before, start by practicing the Eight Pieces of Brocade. It's suitable for beginners. I'll teach you the movements later. You can practice it an hour after meals to improve your health."
The wick nodded obediently.
He thought the people of Song and Chu were very nice: "Wait a moment, I'll go get some paper and pen."
After gesturing, he ran away, not giving Song Chu a chance to say no.
He ran off like a little rabbit, then hopped back like a little rabbit, carrying a notebook and a pen, which he handed to Song Chu.
He gestured: "Write down what you like to eat, and I'll make it for you later."
Song Chu raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to cook this for me often?"
The lamp wick nodded: I'm learning to cook. If you're home, I can make your favorite dishes.
After gesturing and smiling at Song Chu, the man felt as if the world had brightened the moment he smiled.
"You really enjoy cooking?"
Lampwick: I have nothing to do at home, and no company wants me if I go out to work. Cooking a meal gives me a sense of value.
Song Chu smiled and patted the boy's head. "That's good. I like your positive attitude. Your breakfast is delicious, and the soy milk is good too. You don't need to write anything. I'm not picky about food. I love eating whatever you make."
Lampwick: Do you have any dietary restrictions?
Song Chu: "No, I can eat anything, salty, sweet, bitter, spicy, scallion oil, vinegar, and garlic."
Lampwick: Take good care of it.
As he talked to the boy, Song Chu couldn't suppress the smile on his face, and his eyes were full of laughter. "He's quite easy to raise."
After some conversation, they became much more familiar with each other, and Deng Xin's guard was lowered.
We chatted for forty or fifty minutes.
Song Chu taught him the Eight Pieces of Brocade, and physical contact was unavoidable when correcting his movements.
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