It was only later that Hua Ling found out that Zhang Lu was a dancer born among ordinary people and that she had a wealthy young man as her husband.
Hua Ling took the newspaper from the newspaper vendor. The newspaper vendor looked at Hua Ling's hair color curiously: "Sir, your hair is so special. Are you of Russian descent?"
"Kid, you are already the fourth person to ask this question." Hua Ling was helpless.
"But sir, your hair color is very special and beautiful. How did you do it?" At some point, a milkman came behind the newspaper seller. After hearing the newspaper seller's question, he was also curious.
He looked at Hua Ling, waiting for the answer to the question.
Hua Ling put the newspaper away, folded her arms and explained: "When I was young, I was weak and my hair fell out when I was sick. When I get better, my hair will grow back this color."
The milkman also handed the milk into Hua Ling's hands. Hua Ling took out the prepared kettle from behind the door, poured the milk in, and returned the glass bottle of milk to the other party.
The milkman looked at Hua Ling's hair with wide eyes: "This hair color is beautiful. If I also suffer from that disease, will I be able to have such a hair color when I grow up?"
"Maybe I can't survive it. Okay, let's live the present moment." Hua Ling waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to continue their work.
Hua Ling turned around and entered the store.
At noon, Hua Ling had just cooked lunch and as soon as it was served, someone drove a car to the entrance of Hua Ling's shop. A man got out and opened the back seat door of the car. The woman who got out was Zhang Lu.
Zhang Lu and the man opened the door of the pharmacy and saw Hua Ling sitting on a chair eating with bowls and chopsticks.
Hua Ling was stunned when he saw them coming. Zhang Lu and the man laughed at the same time when they saw Hua Ling's stunned look.
"Two...are you two taking medicine or seeing a doctor?" Hua Ling swallowed the food in her mouth, put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up.
The man introduced with a smile: "I am Zhang Lu's husband Yinfeng. Zhang Lu has been ill for the past two days. She said she believed in you, so I drove her here."
Hua Ling brought the food back to the counter, wiped the table and put it away. He asked the two of them to sit down. He sat opposite them and said, "I don't dare to take this seriously. I've only seen it once."
"Maybe it's because you not only have a good reputation but are also good-looking?" Yinfeng put his arm around Zhang Lu's shoulders and pinched her cheek.
Zhang Lu's cheeks were slightly red and she nodded slightly.
Hua Ling was embarrassed: "As I said, other colleagues will have to complain about me. Okay, put your hand up."
Zhang Lu put her hand on the table again, and her wrist was gently caressed by Hua Ling.
Hua Ling felt the pulse and was suddenly startled. She raised her head with a smile and said, "Congratulations to both of you. It's a happy pulse."
Yinfeng was obviously happy, but Zhang Lu was not so happy.
Hua Ling saw the contrast between their expressions: "What worries does Miss Zhang have?"
Yinfeng also looked at Zhang Lu, who had his head lowered. Zhang Lu asked after asking: "Can I still dance when I'm pregnant?"
Hua Ling was stunned: "I don't recommend it. Babies grow very fast. Dancing may have an impact on you and the baby in your belly."
"But I still have a show..."
Yinfeng rubbed Zhang Lu lovingly: "I just let them push it away. I can't harm you and the child."
Zhang Lu nodded and retreated into Yinfeng's arms.
"By the way, Mr. Yin." Hua Ling was standing up to take the anti-fetal medicine when she suddenly remembered something.
Yinfeng raised his eyes and looked at Hua Ling's back. He was suddenly stunned when he saw the silver-white braid tied behind Hua Ling's back: "What?"
"Ms. Zhang seems to be a little haggard because of dancing. She needs to take good care of her during pregnancy. She came to me last time because she had a quarrel with her family. She needs to be more careful in the future." Hua Ling put the medicines in piles.
Weighed it on the scale, wrapped it together, and took another box of Anshen Incense and put it on the table and pushed it to Yinfeng.
Yinfeng took the medicine bag and the incense box and nodded: "Okay, I will pay attention to it."
Zhang Lu tapped the incense box with her slender fingers: "Mr. Hua, your soothing incense is really amazing. I fell asleep soon after I lit it. I almost fell asleep on the pillow after I lit it before going to bed."
"As long as the lady is satisfied."
"By the way, Mr. Hua." Hua Ling was about to go back to the counter to eat when he was suddenly stopped by Zhang Lu. Hua Ling turned around and asked, "It's my birthday in a month. Can I invite you?"
"Why did you invite me?"
"Because... because..." Zhang Lu was speechless. He paused for a while under the gazes of Hua Ling and Yin Feng before finally speaking, "Because you are good-looking!"
Hua Ling was stunned again, stretched out her hand to touch her cheek, and smiled: "But I don't know how to deal with that kind of situation..."
"It doesn't matter, just come." Yinfeng said, "Maybe it can also increase the reputation of your pharmacy."
"That's fine." Hua Ling sighed, "Then..."
Yinfeng asked Hua Ling for a piece of paper and a signature pen, wrote the time and place on the paper, and handed it to Hua Ling: "I will send the invitation letter to you three days in advance. Please check it."
Hua Ling looked flattered: "Okay, okay."
Suddenly Hua Ling realized something was wrong and asked: "Are there any dress requirements?"
Yinfeng thought for a moment: "Just a suit."
Hua Ling rubbed her temples in embarrassment: "My clothes are basically the same as this one. I don't have any 'suits', right?"
Hua Ling is wearing a Chinese national costume.
Yinfeng was also stunned. Zhang Lu suddenly had a golden light in his eyes and slapped the table: "I'll help you choose!"
Upon seeing this, Yinfeng quickly stopped Zhang Lu's hand: "I'll do it, I'll do it. This is a... male thing between Mr. Hua and I, Lulu, be good."
Hua Ling poked her cheek in embarrassment, and Yinfeng said to Hua Ling: "Let's do this. I'll come to you in a few days to customize a suit."
Zhang Lu suddenly raised his hand: "I think so!"
Yinfeng was startled. Hua Ling and Yinfeng looked at Zhang Lu together, waiting for her to say the next thing: "Mr. Hua is not suitable for suits, but Chinese clothes can better reflect his profession, right?"
"But when the time comes, everyone will be wearing suits and formal wear, and it would be too special for only Mr. to wear national clothes." Yinfeng advised Zhang Lu.
Zhang Lu looked at Hua Ling: "Mr. Hua, do you mind?"
Hua Ling shook his head: "I don't mind."
"Then wear something that Mr. Hua thinks is the best. I think it's very good!" Zhang Lu was very satisfied with her decision.
Hua Ling nodded: "It's okay. Even if you buy a suit, you won't wear it often so as not to waste it."
Yinfeng smiled helplessly and sighed: "Okay, okay, I'll see you then, sir."
After seeing the young couple off and closing the door, Hua Ling finally had time to eat her own lunch, only to find that it was cold.
"Shall I heat it up for you?" Lu Ya stood aside and looked helplessly at Hua Ling, who was crying over the cold food.
Hua Ling gave Lu Ya a thumbs up: "It's troublesome."
Hua Ling turned sideways and looked at the wardrobe in the room: clothes for the banquet... But it's really rare for a man to accept that his wife likes to look at beautiful men.
Yinfeng's love for Zhang Lu was not an act, he could hear that both of them were very frank.