"It's okay. Senior Sister, she has always been in good health. When I get back, I will find a way to help her take good care of herself. She should be fine soon."

"I hope so..."

"By the way, Senior Aunt asked Jin Peng to tell me to meet your father before leaving Chuncheng. I forgot to ask you, what do you want to bring to our father?" After sighing for a long time, Wang Fan almost forgot.

Got down to business.

"My dad is used to living alone, so he doesn't need to bring anything. If you want, just bring a bottle of good wine, sit down and chat with him. In fact, since my mother passed away, my dad has been living alone.

It's quite pitiful after so many years..." I wonder if girls during pregnancy are all so sentimental, so I started sobbing as I spoke.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, I will have a good drink with the old man tonight..."

After comforting Liang Xinyi, Wang Fan felt heavy in his heart. He was also a child born in hardship, and he knew the feeling of being alone. What's more, Liang Yun is not young anymore. The older a person gets, the older his heart becomes, and the more afraid he is of loneliness.

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After making the call, Wang Fan did not return to his dining table. Instead, he went directly into the kitchen of the small restaurant, found the owner of the restaurant, gave him a small stack of banknotes, and copied a few of the remaining ingredients in the restaurant.

Fujian and Cantonese side dishes, and a few bottles of wine in the restaurant, waiting at the door of the Provincial Party Committee Courtyard by taxi (he had already called Daolang before and knew that Liang Yun was already on his way home).

Liang Yun's car turned to the entrance of the compound, and he saw a young man carrying several large plastic bags in his hands and several bottles of ordinary local liquor under his arms. He looked like a poor boy from the countryside who came to visit relatives.

I wanted to joke with the Dao Lang next to me, but suddenly I felt that this young man looked a little familiar. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Wang Fan, who I hadn't heard from for a while.

"Hey, why are you a poor boy dressed like this? What are you carrying? Are they local specialties from your village?" Liang Yun rolled down the window and asked jokingly.

"Hehehe, good stuff, good stuff." Wang Fan chuckled, and Daolang quickly came down and took the things from Wang Fan's hands.

Entering Liang Yun's house, Liang Yun took advantage of Wang Fan's unpreparedness and slapped Wang Fan on the back of the head. "I told you to bully my Xinyi, I'm going to reward you on behalf of my daughter."

After Liang Yun said this, Wang Fan could only accept it and how could he dare to fight back.

"Huh," looking at Wang Fan's "unable to fight back when hit or scolded" look, Liang Yun didn't bother to argue with him anymore. He sat on the sofa and took two deep breaths, "Your aunt's body is

Are you feeling better now?"

"Well, it's much better. There is an expert in this field in our village. He has a good way of treating injuries in this area. Senior Sister will get the best treatment from him."

"Oh, she is an old woman too. She still has to worry about you, so you are not ashamed... No matter what, she was hurt because of me. If she needs any help, just ask."

"Of course, I will definitely do it." Wang Fan responded.

Liang Yun pointed to a few plastic bags Wang Fan brought, "What are you doing? Are you really a poor relative coming to the city?"

Wang Fan chuckled and took out the side dishes from the plastic bag one by one, "This is chicken rolls, this is Xinghua fried rice, this is bamboo shoot jelly..."

"Wait, wait, what do you mean? This is the first time you have come to my house today. Why don't you just pack these side dishes?..." Liang Yun's face was a little unhappy, not to mention the son-in-law.

You're stingy, at least it's disrespectful to him. If you dare to be disrespectful to your father-in-law for the first time, how can you be good to your daughter in the future?

"Liang...Father-in-law...Dad," Wang Fan held it in for a long time and finally came up with a title, "I didn't just pack this up casually. Every dish here is made by me. They are all authentic Futian."

The method is just that many of the ingredients here are not complete, so I can only pick out random ones... They have never tasted these craftsmanship, but you are the first one."

After listening to Wang Fan's explanation, Liang Yun put down his face a little. If it was like what Wang Fan said, he was somewhat sincere. After all, there are not many young people of Wang Fan's age who can cook for themselves.

"You did it all with your own hands?"

"Of course, if you have any other ingredients in the refrigerator, I'll make one for you to try."

"No need, but what is this table? A wine to apologize? A wine to propose marriage?... No matter what, it's too easy for you." Liang Yun sneered.

"This table is nothing. It's just me chatting with dad on behalf of Xinyi." Wang Fan smiled and opened a wine bottle and poured a glass for Liang Yun.

"You kid... you have so many evil ideas." Liang Yun put down the cup, took a sip, put a dish into his mouth and tasted it.

"Well, by the way, what did you say this was?"

"Putian, Fujian and Guangdong Futian, this kind of practice should not be common in Spring City. Others can't imitate it even if they want to."

"It tastes great, but it has a different flavor. You can't often eat it here... How do you know how to cook Fujian and Cantonese cuisine? Have you lived there?"

"Well, I was adopted by an old man when I was a child, and lived with him in a small mountain village in Futian for more than ten years..." Wang Fan briefly recounted his childhood experience. In fact, he knew a lot of things about Liang Yun.

We all know it, I just want to get it out of his mouth.

"Then the old man who adopted you belongs to some kind of martial arts sect. From what your sister-in-law said, it seems there is some history. She should be your master's sister, right?"

"Well, our sect actually has a history of thousands of years, but it doesn't have many people, its name is not famous, and its name is not very popular."

"Oh? What's your name?" This statement aroused Liang Yun's curiosity.

"'Stealing the Holy Gate', the 'stealing' of robbers, and the 'holy' of saints, this is what I found out about when I went back to pay my respects a year after the old man's death."

"'Stealing the Holy Sect'? Do you make a living by stealing?"

"It's 'stealing' not 'stealing'. Our sect was first established at the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. The original purpose was also to fight against the Yuan army." Liang Yun felt like he had traveled back in time after hearing another historical review of a thousand years.

"The ancestors of our Jing clan are actually descendants of the 'Jinglong Kingdom' of that era. The 'Jinglong Kingdom' was also destroyed by the Yuan army. In the books of the Jing clan, there are stories of fighting against the Yuan army with the ancestors of my sect.

Military records."
Chapter completed!