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The shock that the medical book brought to Tang Shaoyang was unparalleled, even if it was the first time he came into contact with such a medical book. There are always some things from the past that suddenly became clear to him through the dialectic of medicine and Taoism. The more he looked down, the more he experienced it.

The wonderful thing about it is that I just can’t stop it.

Zhen Fan didn't bother him, walked away quietly, walked to the window, and looked at the lawn in the backyard. Lying on a deck chair was a refreshing girl wearing jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt with a pony tail, holding up a book.

He looked at the book quietly. This picture actually made Zhen Fan a little stunned.

After watching for a while, Zhen Fan felt a little rude, turned his head and stopped looking over there. Unexpectedly, Tang Xiaobei turned his head, smiled at him, closed the book, stood up, and walked towards him.

"Did you peek at me just now?" Tang Xiaobei said in shock.

"Uh, yes!" Zhen Fan rubbed his nose, "It feels like a painting of a quiet girl in autumn. Do you know this painting? It was painted by a famous Danish painter."

"What painter?" Tang Xiaobei asked.

"I don't remember, it seems it's called Ski..." Zhen Fan rubbed his nose again.

"Ha - you lied!" Tang Xiaobei said loudly, with a triumphant smile on his face, "You also said that I have never heard of Jingnu in Autumn. Besides, the Danish people have names like

What's the name Ski? That's a Nordic country, okay? Only Russia and a few countries in Eastern Europe have such names."

"Okay, you win, I was just talking nonsense!" Zhen Fan rubbed his nose again, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I peeked at you, that's it. What do you want?"

"Fall in love with me?" Tang Xiaobei suddenly smiled, came over, lowered his voice, and said to Zhen Fan, "Considering that your name is quite famous, you are quite rich, and you are handsome. So I

You can consider it!”

"Don't you know that my girlfriend is Christine? She is the beautiful Hollywood star Christine Stuart. Do you know her?" Zhen Fan looked at the girl with a smile, "If you think you are better than

If she is better, I can consider liking you."

"Oh, I understand, why are you so rich!" Tang Xiaobei smiled mysteriously, pointing at Zhen Fan with an expression of sudden realization.

"Why?" Zhen Fan asked almost subconsciously. Then he felt something was wrong. This girl definitely didn't have anything nice to say.

"You are a softie, ha, I've exposed it!" Tang Xiaobei laughed, clapped her hands, and ran towards the living room. Then she saw her father sitting on the sofa reading a book, and she immediately

He suddenly stopped his body. He was so proud just now that he even forgot about his father in the living room.

But the strange thing is that Tang Shaoyang didn't seem to notice her at all. If it was normal, Tang Xiaobei would have been nagging and scolding her like a curse.

"Dad!" Tang Xiaobei felt strange, and walked closer, waving his hand at Tang Shaoyang, but Old Tang's eyes were fixed on the book, motionless.

"Zhen Fan, what did you do to my dad?" Tang Xiaobei yelled at Zhen Fan, but in a low voice for fear of alarming Tang Shaoyang, "Why did my dad become like this?"

This treatment has taken a turn for the worse. Originally, I called him Brother Zhen, but now I call him by his first name. This shows that this girl is heartless.

"Don't scream, he is thinking about something!" Zhen Fan knew that Old Tang was in trance, and he must have understood some things in the book. If he interrupted rashly, it would be a bit difficult to find that feeling again.

"I'm still thinking about things, and I'm already suffering from Alzheimer's disease!" Who is Tang Xiaobei? He immediately snatched the book from Tang Shaoyang's hand and shouted, "Dad, are you okay?"

"Ah? What? You girl, what do you want to do?" Tang Shaoyang suddenly woke up and saw Tang Xiaobei in front of him. He couldn't help but frowned, "What are you talking about? Give me back the book!" He said and took the book from Tang Xiaobei's hand.

He took the book over and caressed it gently as if it were a priceless treasure, then carefully placed it on his lap.

"As for that? It's just an antique book."

"Nonsense, this is a treasure!" Tang Shaoyang quickly interrupted Tang Xiaobei and smiled at Zhen Fan, "Logically, you are my teacher, and Xiaobei is your disciple!"

"No, no, Old Tang, don't be vulgar!" Zhen Fan quickly stopped him, "I don't want to do this now. I just want to pass on the good things from my ancestors. Don't talk about teachers and disciples. You are so old.

At my age, I can’t afford it!”

"That's it, that's it, you, such a young master, can't afford it!" Tang Xiaobei said in a jealous manner, smiling and not caring at all.

"You're still talking nonsense." Tang Shaoyang reprimanded, and Tang Xiaobei shut up obediently.

"Teacher Zhen, no matter what, this is what I want to call you teacher!" Tang Shaoyang sighed, "Don't worry, as long as I, Old Tang, succeed in learning, I will pass on traditional Chinese medicine, carry it forward, and let foreigners know it.

See that our Chinese medicine system is not only no worse than theirs, it is also much better than their Western medicine system!"

Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled, and patted Tang Shaoyang on the shoulder: "Don't, it's just a fight of spirits, it's of no use. Western medicine has its strengths. I've also studied Western medicine for two years, and Chinese medicine also has its strengths. Let's learn from each other's strengths."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Tang Shaoyang was a little excited and his hands were shaking.

Zhen Fan gave him the medical book, which was actually a kind of trust and an entrustment. Tang Shaoyang thought in his heart that he must be worthy of this trust and entrustment. When he thought of this, Tang Shaoyang felt that he had a heavy responsibility, and his face became solemn.

It made the already somewhat depressing atmosphere even heavier.

The change in the atmosphere made Tang Xiaobei a little uncomfortable, and he no longer dared to joke around with Zhen Fan. This guy, relying on his father's status of calling him teacher, had his seniority climbed over his head for no reason. He was obviously no more than

I must be three or four years older.

"It's getting late. Let's have dinner here before going back!" Zhen Fan looked at the time and saw that it was time for dinner.

"This...isn't good!" Tang Shaoyang was a little uneasy because he was teaching him medical books and leaving food.

"There's nothing wrong with it. I told you not to call me teacher, but you insist on calling me teacher. Look, it's made our relationship very tense!" Zhen Fan patted him on the shoulder, "I'm over there.

There is an excellent Tieguanyin on the table. Do it yourself and I will prepare the dishes." Zhen Fan said and walked towards the kitchen.

"Xiao Bei, go help Teacher Zhen!" Tang Shaoyang quickly ordered.

"Teacher Zhen? Dad, if you call him old, he will definitely not be happy with it!" Tang Xiaobei said without hesitation.

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and help Teacher Zhen cook."

"Yes!" Tang Xiaobella said in a long voice, puffed out her chest, and walked into the kitchen. When she saw Zhen Fan wearing an apron and preparing dishes, looking a bit like a family cook, she let out a "puff" and couldn't hold it back.

"What?" Zhen Fan stopped, spread out his hands, and smiled at Tang Xiaobei, "Are you a little uncomfortable seeing me like this?"

"It's not that I'm not used to it, but I suddenly feel that the contrast is too great. Just now, I was the respected teacher Zhen in my father's mouth, and he was also his master. All of a sudden, he became the Wenjun of Dangluo. It's really called

If you can't adapt to me, should I call you Master Zhen, or should I call you Zhen Wenjun?"

"Pfft!" Zhen Fan couldn't hold it back and spurted it out.

"What are you laughing at!" Tang Xiaobei glared at Zhen Fan unhappily and pouted, "Did I say something wrong?"

"First, if you call me Teacher Zhen, you don't have to call me Master. Second, you used the wrong allusion. Wenjun is selling wine and I am cooking. They are two different things. You must

Put them together. Third, you compare me to a woman. Am I that rosy?"

"I made a mistake, please forgive me!" Tang Xiaobei was quite bachelor. He puffed up his chest towards Zhen Fan. Even though he was wrong, he still acted like a proud little hen.

"Pfft!" Zhen Fan couldn't hold it back. How can forgiveness be asked of others?

"If you have nothing to do, go and stay in the living room. There is a TV there. If you have nothing to do, you can watch cartoons or something." Zhen Fan gave the eviction order.

"No, I want to help you cook. This is my father's wish. I don't dare to disobey. Even if I can't talk at your house, I will definitely talk endlessly when I get home." Tang Xiaobei quit again.

, I just have to stay in the kitchen anyway.

"Okay, just watch me cook!" Zhen Fan decided not to pay attention to her.

To be honest, Zhen Fan has his own experience in cooking. The whole process is as smooth as the Taoist practice of doing nothing, and it feels like it is a matter of course. Even when Tang Xiaobei said this, Lao Zi didn't say anything, but stared at him.

Watching Zhen Fan perform there.

A dish of vinegar-glazed shredded potatoes is served on a plate.

Tang Xiaobei hurriedly stepped forward, holding the dish in hand. Smelling the aroma, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand, grabbed a few and stuffed them into his mouth.

“Not bad, not bad, it’s really delicious. It tastes better than a five-star hotel!”

"Have you tried the vinegar-sweetened potato shreds from a five-star hotel?"

"No, isn't this to increase your worth?" Tang Xiaobei said nonchalantly, before finishing the potato shreds in his mouth, he reached out and grabbed a few more, looked up at Zhen Fan and looked at him in disbelief, a little uncomfortable.

He smiled sheepishly and said, "I just can't help it. I can't help it. Your cooking skills are really good."

Zhen Fan was speechless and turned around to prepare the next dish.

"Hey, Brother Zhen, I will come to your house to eat from now on!" Tang Xiaobei said, Zhen Fan immediately became Brother Zhen, and his status immediately improved a lot!

"You don't study anymore?"

"Study, I came here to study. But I came early, and my dad was urging me. There are still a few days left!" Tang Xiaobei still remembered that she came to study, "How about... I move in with you? Anyway, I came here to study.

Your room is still available, don’t waste it if you don’t need it!”

"Don't even think about it!"

"Discuss? How about I clean the house for you, every day, every day!" Tang Xiaobei kept pestering him.

"No need to discuss, you can either quietly watch me cooking, or go out and watch cartoons, it's your choice!"

"Then is there a third option?" Tang Xiaobei looked at Zhen Fan and smiled, "How about I try every dish you cooked on the left side of the meal?" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!