When he returned to the workshop, Director Zhang first told Zhou Yiqing about Fang Ji's punishment in front of everyone. Fang Ji felt ashamed on the spot after hearing this, and almost collapsed on the ground. Wang Zai, who was beside him, felt secretly happy, thinking that he had finally avenged the revenge between us father and son.

You should know that spinning is not a good job. Although he is paid for the first position, he is doing extremely tiring work. Not to mention that the labor intensity of shifts in the third shift is still very high, it is obviously not proportional. Anyone with some skills or some connections is not there.

Then Director Zhang conveyed the spirit of the general manager politely in front of everyone and asked Wang to go back to continue school, which caused a lot of discussion among everyone.

Now Wang became the real old man again. No one dared to arrange for him to work in the afternoon. Even Director Zhang spoke carefully, for fear that the other party would sue him if he was wrong.

Wang had another comfortable afternoon and had a happy life until he got off work, but Fang Ji was in a miserable state. He was so sad that he was so sad that he was so weak when walking and talking. After packing up his things, he waited for the next day to spin the thread to report.

"Dad, I'm back. Guess what's wrong today?" Wang Zai said happily when he returned home.

"I know everything, Director Zhang called me. Fortunately, President Zhou was kind to our family, and your child was not careful and did not consider it for Director Zhang." Wang Zai's father sighed slightly and blamed him.

Wang Zai's father was named Wang Weimin. He was born an honest man. After so many years of swallowing his anger, he did not turn him into a narrow-minded villain, and he was considering others anytime and anywhere.

In the afternoon, Wang Zai asked Director Zhang to call his father, otherwise his father would be convinced by his own side.

"Isn't this okay? Hehe, that Fang Ji was also punished by Mr. Zhou to spin, which is really relieved." Wang was feeling comfortable all over when he spoke.

Wang Weimin shook his head, then sighed and said, "You kid...ah."

"Okay, dad, don't think about it. Why do I think you are not very good-looking and are you sick?" Wang Zai asked with concern when he saw his father's face was a little pale.

In fact, Wang Weimin was so scared by Director Zhang's phone call, but he was afraid that his son would worry, so he didn't say anything, but he couldn't resist Wang's sharp eyes. Seeing that his father looked bad, he thought he had a fever, so he put his left hand on Wang Weimin's forehead to touch it and whether it was hot. At the same time, he prayed in his heart that his father must not have a fever.

"Wang Weimin, born on August 13, 1965, is from Denghai City, now Ninghe, Denghai City..." A text suddenly appeared in Wang Zai's mind.

"Is this too?" Wang was stunned again. He didn't expect that even people had information, which really made Wang never expect it.

Wang didn't care about these personal information anymore and went to see it directly at the end, thinking that since my father could have all the information, maybe he could have the symptoms and treatment methods.

As expected, the last paragraph of the whole text shows Wang Weimin's illness and treatment methods, and the cause of the illness was also discussed in detail. Wang looked at the treatment method again and found that he actually needed to drink Chinese medicine, and even the time of decoction was marked. What made Wang happy the most was the four big words at the end: Completely cured.

"Repeat?" Wang Weimin shouted softly when he saw his son touching his forehead.

"Ah? Dad, that's the case. My friend's relative is a Chinese medicine doctor. Today I called me to tell me the prescription. I'll take medicine for you after I went back." Wang Zai heard his father call him, and came back to his senses and said quickly.

"Well, let's get caught tomorrow. I'm tired today. I'll get up and warm up the food for you." Wang Weimin felt distressed when he saw his son had been working for a day, so he wanted to get up and cook for Wang Zai.

"Don't, you always lie down and rest, I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll wait for my mother to come back to eat together." Wang Zain was not willing to let his father cook for him, so he hurriedly stopped him.

Wang Zai is in a very comfortable mood now. Not only does he not have to go to the substitute, but he also seeks high benefits for his father. Moreover, his father's illness is now cured. He is really happy. You know, when he went to the hospital for examination, the doctor said it very clearly: this disease cannot be completely cured.

The dishes at home are ready-made. Wang Zai made two dishes and one soup. After cooking, Wang Zai's mother also went home. After talking about what happened today, Wang Zai's mother was also very happy. The family of three had a stress-free dinner that they had not enjoyed for many years.

"Hehe, I'll get medicine for my dad tomorrow. I'll do some side job when I get back to school. Life will be better in the future." Wang Zai lay on the bed after dinner, picked up a cookbook and looked at it casually.

Usually when my father is at work and my mother goes out to do odd jobs. Wang Zai understands his parents so he learns to cook at home. He also gets two books that teach people how to cook. He reads through them when he is bored. His skills are also quite good.

"Tomorrow I will be extravagant and make a meat dish. I remember how many dishes are in this book are good." Wang Zai thought to himself as he flipped through the book quickly.

"Book" and "Cooking"

Words popped up in Wang Zai's mind again, but this time it was not a long article, but two options.

"Well? Why are there only two options?" Seeing the option king in his mind a little puzzled.

"Select a book." Wang Zai chose the first option first.

After the selection was completed, the pictures in my mind revealed the past. The words that appeared were nothing more than the introduction of the book and what type of book is Wang Zai holding.

"It's boring, let's go back and check the cooking." Wang curled his lips again, wanting to look back at the cooking option.

Back to the beginning of the screen, Wang chose to "cook" again.

But unexpectedly, the next screen will have three options: "All", "One by one" and "Content of this book".

"What a mess?" Wang was a little angry when he looked at these three options. Why are they all options?

Among these three items, only the third item can be understood, which means the content of the book in hand, but what do the first two items mean?

"All." Wang didn't choose the content of the book anymore, and directly chose the whole thing.

But unexpectedly, after the selection, the screen changed, and I didn't even see the words, my head seemed to be hit by a big hammer, and my eyes turned black and I fainted.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Wang, who was awakened, rubbed his swollen head and sat up again.

"Why am I asleep?" My head still felt a little hurt. I remember I was quite awake before, and Wang no longer knew why he fell asleep.

Suddenly, a lot of information emerged in his mind. Wang was startled again. After thinking for a while, he found that all of this information was about cooking, Chinese, Western, French, Korean, etc. As long as there were all cooking methods in this world, all of which were stored in Wang's mind, from banquet food to home-cooked stir-frying, there were everything, without any omissions.

"Hahaha, it turns out that's all." Wang Zai finally understood what that option meant.

Seeing that he suddenly knew so many cooking methods, Wang Zai was very excited. At the same time, Wang Zai also found that these dishes had some minor changes, such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes. This dish still has not changed, but the recipe has changed a little, and it seems to be more delicious.

"Hehehe, oh, it seems that you will choose less of this in the future. If you come here a few times, your head will be broken." Wang Zai smiled foolishly and was interrupted by the pain in his head. Wang rubbed his head and was no longer afraid. He really didn't know if he could hold his head if he learned a few more skills.

After looking at the time, I found that it was already two o'clock in the morning. Wang pulled the quilt again, lay down and continued to find Zhou Gong to play.

The next day, Wang Zai got up early. Xiao Ting made two side dishes first and wanted to see if the cooking method he got was different. Unexpectedly, he was praised as delicious as soon as he was served. In the words of Wang Zai's parents, he had never eaten such delicious dishes. The seemingly simple home-cooked side dishes were made like the best food. Wang Weimin, who was sick, only ate a little bit of each meal, but now he was attracted by the dishes made by Wang Zai and ate a lot.

"Doctor, please see if there is any problem with this prescription?" Wang Zai asked an old Chinese doctor.

After breakfast, Wang Zai waited for his mother to leave, and asked Wang Weimin for 200 yuan and went out. Wang Weimin knew that his son wanted to go out to get medicine for him. Although he was reluctant to spend money, he couldn't bear to refuse his son's filial piety. He gave Wang another 200 yuan to get medicine and bought some vegetables.

Wang came to Denghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and got an expert account. As soon as he sat down, he handed the prescription he got last night to the doctor. After all, it is related to his father's health. No matter whether it is useful or not, at least he must first confirm that it is fine after taking it.

The old Chinese doctor took the prescription and looked carefully twice, nodded and said, "This prescription is nothing, it's okay for the body."

"Young man, is this the folk remedy I'm looking for? I tell you that you can't take this medicine indiscriminately. Although the medicine sold by the Chinese medicine doctors with two knives is not bad, it will definitely not cure the disease. You have to believe in the level of our big hospital." The old Chinese medicine doctor returned the prescription to Wang Zai and started nagging.

This old Chinese doctor has a good intention. There are too many veterinarians these days. The medicines prescribed cannot be bad for patients, but they just cannot cure the disease. They just fool people and spend more money.

"Well, thank you, doctor, please trouble you." Wang confirmed that the prescription was fine and didn't say much, but got up and thanked him and left, leaving the old Chinese doctor still nagging.

I went to the pharmacy to catch the King of Medicine and then took a bus to the market near my home to buy a few dishes, and returned home happily.

Wang Zai made the side dishes in the morning very successfully. He planned to come to order something different at noon, and wanted to get some snacks to go home to make them for his father. After choosing for a long time, he picked a "aromatherapy tofu skin". It was cheap, and the recipe was simple and it tasted good.

The ones Wang grabbed were quite ordinary medicinal herbs, not to mention the tofu skin. A large piece cost only a few dollars, and this trip didn’t even cost a hundred.

"Dad, I'm back. This is the remaining money, I'll decoct the medicine for you." Wang Zai went home and handed the remaining money to Wang Weimin, so he ran to the kitchen to decoct the medicine.

There is a special casserole for decocting Chinese medicine at home. Wang Zai had found it a long time ago. Put the medicine in the pot and add water according to the instructions on the prescription. After adjusting the heat, it was over. After looking at the Chinese medicine being boiled, Wang took out the tofu skin and started his own cooking action according to the method in his mind.

Slowly attack on low heat for forty-five minutes, and the Chinese medicine will be better when the tofu skin is almost done.
Chapter completed!