Zhang Shengli's words undoubtedly made Qin Lang particularly embarrassed.
But he doesn't want to either. His daughter is here. Can he be more diligent if he doesn't come?
Are you eating well? Are you sleeping well? Is there anyone taking care of you?
This series of questions were all floating in his mind throughout the night, so he shamelessly came here again.
"Well...Mr. Zhang, my daughter just woke up, so I asked someone to buy some supplements from Fang's hotel."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man ran over from outside.
"Dad, I bought something!"
This man is well-dressed and has a short buzz cut, giving him a very energetic look.
I saw him carrying several bags in his hands, filled with lunch boxes, and came here with excitement on his face.
This young man Zhang Shengli has met before. When he came here with Qin Lang for the first time, he was among them.
It's just that he didn't speak at first, he just watched silently.
Zhang Shengli did not expect that this family was quite interesting. The two grown men did not care about their own face at all and took great care of Qin Ruoxue.
But at the end of the day, no woman except Qin Ruoxue showed up at home.
"I tried it and it tasted very good. I asked them to add more supplements."
This young man's name is Qin Minghao, Qin Lang's eldest son.
Yesterday, Qin Lang went back to tell him that Qin Ruoxue's sister had woken up, and she was so excited that she stayed up all night.
Early this morning, I ran up and down to prepare food for my sister.
"Mr. Zhang, look... can Ruoxue eat these?" Qin Lang took the food from his son's hand and looked at Zhang Shengli with anticipation on his face.
"That's it?" Zhang Shengli frowned and said, "Do you think she won't be able to eat or sleep well at my place?"
"No...I definitely don't mean that. I just think that I should do something within my ability." Qin Lang shook his head repeatedly.
Zhang Shengli snorted and said to Tang Li: "The medicine is almost ready. Watch the time. After twenty minutes, put the medicinal materials into the bathtub and wait half an hour to give him a medicinal bath."
After saying that, he ignored Qin Lang and his son, walked out of the door directly, came to the stone table, picked up a pen and started writing.
Seeing this situation, Qin Lang was carrying the bag full of food and didn't know what to do.
Tang Rou, on the other hand, said with a smile: "Uncle Qin, don't worry about him, that's just the way he is. Let's put the things here for now. My sister will feed Ruoxue something to eat later."
Qin Lang finally found the steps and said thank you.
However, Qin Ruoxue, who was sitting in a wheelchair, asked: "Mr. Zhang, do you have to practice calligraphy every day?"
Tang Rou turned her head and glanced outside the door, looked at Zhang Shengli who was writing seriously, and laughed: "This is a habit I have developed."
Following his gaze, he saw that Zhang Shengli was extremely fast, and the pieces of rice paper he had written on were thrown everywhere.
A monkey jumped down from the tree and started running around, constantly picking up the rice paper that flew out and putting it together.
This scene stunned the Qin family father and son.
Where have they ever seen this happen?
This monkey is also very understanding of human nature.
Tang Rou saw this and explained with a smile: "This is Xiao Jin, and it is also a habit he has developed."
It's not a habit, it's clearly because Xiao Jin saw the paper all over the floor and came out to clean it. This is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
At this moment, a piece of rice paper flew to the door in the wind. Xiao Jin's figure quickly appeared, grabbed the rice paper and ran back.
"Sister Xiaorou, can I see Mr. Zhang's handwriting?"
Tang Rou was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Xiao Jin!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin jumped up and down to Tang Rou.
If it had been before, it would have jumped onto Tang Rou's shoulders, but now, it didn't dare.
"Give me the piece of paper in your hand."
Xiao Jin was very obedient, pulled out a piece of rice paper in a very humane manner, and handed it to Tang Rou.
The rice paper had already broken several holes after passing through Xiao Jin's paws.
Looking at the handwriting on the rice paper, not only Qin Ruoxue but also Qin Lang were a little surprised.
"It's well-controlled, and it seems that the writing is concise, but it's natural!" Qin Lang took the paper and couldn't help but praise: "Everyone says that the words are like the person, so it can be seen that Mr. Zhang is not as bad as outsiders say."
"What do people outside say?" Tang Rou was a little curious.
Qin Lang was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject and said to Xiao Jin: "Can you give me this piece of paper?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Jin stood up from the ground with a whoosh, snatched the rice paper and ran away.
"Can this monkey understand human speech?"
At this time, Qin Minghao was shocked, and his focus was completely opposite to others.
"It's called Xiaojin, and he is a golden monkey. He is fast and understands human nature." At this time, Qin Ruoxue explained.
"Brother, if you pay more attention to the Internet, you won't be so behind. He is an Internet celebrity. He also has a friend named Xiaobai, but I haven't seen him in the past few days."
"Xiao Bai has returned to the mountains." Tang Rou explained without going into depth.
Qin Minghao didn't seem to hear his sister's words at this time, but walked towards Zhang Shengli.
"Haoming, come back!" Qin Lang stopped him: "When you are writing, you most avoid being disturbed by others, so don't go!"
"But, that monkey!"
"What does the monkey matter have to do with you?" Qin Lang glared at his son.
Tang Rou covered her mouth and laughed: "Uncle, Shengli doesn't have so many rules when it comes to practicing calligraphy. He just writes to kill time, how can he be so particular about it?"
"To pass the time?" Qin Ruoxue said at the right time: "Mr. Zhang is usually very free?"
"It's very free!" Tang Rou said with a smile: "He doesn't have to worry about the village affairs now. He has nothing else to do except practicing calligraphy."
Several people read it and one person writes it.
Time passed bit by bit, and everyone was attracted by the way Zhang Shengli wrote.
"Time is up!"
At this time Tang Li's voice sounded, Zhang Shengli immediately put away his brush, threw it away casually, and walked towards the living room.
At this time, Xiao Jin saw this, picked up all the papers, and ran out of the fairy garden holding a thick stack of papers.
"What is it going to do?" Qin Minghao asked.
"Oh, take this paper to my parents and use it for the fire."
Forehead!
Qin Minghao was curious, but Qin Lang and Qin Ruoxue looked regretful.
"Put such good words on the fire?" Qin Lang wished that Xiaojin would turn around and come back and give all those words to him.
"Dad, what does it say on it?"
"The names of some herbs? I'm not sure."
Zhang Shengli had no intention of paying attention to the people of the Qin family. He walked directly into the bathroom and checked the water temperature with his hand without even saying hello.
"Okay, you take care of him and soak here for a while, and I'll go cook."
This is the first time in such a long time that she has taken the initiative to mention cooking. Even Tang Rou can't remember the last time.
Looking at the bag of packed food on the table, Tang Rou had a smile on her face.