Chapter 63 Is this love?
After only staying in the room for a few minutes, Gu Xiutang followed the dean out.
At this moment, he no longer had the same demeanor as before. It was as if all his energy and energy had been drained out of him, and his old demeanor suddenly appeared.
Gu Siqi quickly approached his grandfather and asked him:
"Grandpa, what's going on? What happened?"
"I asked them, but they didn't say anything..."
Gu Xiutang raised his head with a very ugly face. He opened his mouth and said feebly:
"What I did before was exposed and reported."
Gu Siqi was startled and hurriedly asked:
"Who reported it?"
Gu Xiutang glanced at Old Qin and Wang Song who were standing in the distance. Gu Siqi followed his gaze and said in surprise:
"Is it Old Man Qin? He...he doesn't want to treat the disease anymore?"
"He has been cured." Gu Xiutang sighed and closed his eyes.
"What?" Gu Siqi lost his voice.
He suddenly thought of a possibility and asked in disbelief:
"Is... was it done by that boy named Fang?"
Gu Xiutang nodded.
Gu Siqi was shocked, opened his mouth and murmured:
"How is this possible?"
At this time, the dean became a little impatient and urged Guxiutang:
"Okay, let's go. The superiors are still waiting for our results on this matter. Please explain it clearly and honestly. You must believe that the hospital will definitely give you a fair result."
After saying that, he took Gu Xiutang out.
Gu Siqi was also involved in this matter, but Gu Xiu Tang has taken over all the responsibilities, so Gu Siqi was not taken away. As for what will happen to Gu Xiu Tang later?
As long as he does what he does, being imprisoned until he dies of old age is the best outcome for him.
……
The dialects on the other side don't know about these.
But even if he knew about it, he wouldn't care. Gu Xiutang's design was to harm people, and he would have brought it upon himself.
Taking the patient as his weight, he should have known that one day he would fall over like this.
At this time, Fang Yan was more concerned about the person in front of him.
During lunch time, in Xiehe’s internal staff canteen.
At the dining table in the northeast corner, Fang Yan sat side by side with my mother, and opposite them were Shen Hong and Zhu Lin.
Zhu Lin was sitting in front of Fang Yan so cutely.
What I ate was the Sichuan kimchi I made before.
"This is a craft Fang Yan learned when he went to the countryside. He brewed it at home a few days after he came back. Let me pick up some of whatever you want today and bring it here for you to try."
My wife, He Huiru, pushed a glass bottle in front of Zhu Lin. As she spoke, she took out the chopped kimchi and put it in Zhu Lin's lunch box.
Zhu Lin glanced at Fang Yan, then smiled and ate the kimchi into his mouth. The crispy pickled ginger had a sour and spicy taste, as well as the unique taste of ginger, which instantly filled his mouth, making Zhu Lin salivate. It came out unconsciously, and I suddenly felt like my appetite was whetted.
The crispy texture makes a crunching sound every time you take a bite. Every bite seems to have some kind of magic, making people unable to stop.
"Hmm... it's so delicious!" Zhu Lin's eyes lit up. She had never eaten kimchi before, but this was the first time she had eaten something so delicious.
And this dish is made in dialect. I didn’t expect that he is such a life-loving person.
"I never thought the kimchi you made is so delicious." She said to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan also didn't expect that the kimchi his mother brought early this morning would actually be used to assist him.
Seeing Zhu Lin eating so deliciously, Fang Yan pointed to the jar and said:
"Don't just eat ginger, there are also carrots, pickles, and weeds in it, all of which are delicious."
"Really?" Zhu Lin really listened to the dialect and started to pick out other kimchi and eat it. Then she discovered that it was indeed as delicious as the dialect said.
At this time, she realized that her best friend Shen Hong had been looking at her, so she reacted and hurriedly handed the kimchi to Shen Hong:
"Shen Hong, you should eat too."
Shen Hong glanced at her with a smile, and then said:
"This is what people bring to you in dialect."
Zhu Lin's face turned red and he glared at his best friend.
People in this era are very reserved in their emotions, and the dialect is very obvious.
Zhu Lin is already 25 years old, how can he still not know what the other party means.
Coupled with the attitude of He Huiru, the dialect lady today, she became even more sure.
Now being teased by his best friend, Zhu Lin suddenly felt nervous and his heartbeat accelerated, and even the base of his ears turned red.
The whole person looked a bit more delicate.
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She is beautiful and has a good family background. Many of her peers have expressed favorable impressions of her over the years.
But she didn't feel anything.
It feels like a very mysterious thing, not controlled by reason at all.
For example, she would have never considered the man in front of her who was three years younger than her.
But now she was hesitant.
Because the dialect feels different to her.
When we first met, I felt that Fang Yan had a lot of story to tell, because he knew kung fu and gave people a sense of danger.
This feeling gave Zhu Lin an indescribable sense of freshness in the dialect.
There was a wonderful experience that made her heart beat faster.
Even she herself didn't understand the reason.
Today, dialect suddenly showed a very homely side.
The food turned out to be quite delicious, which was a huge contrast to the feeling on the first day.
There seemed to be many stories about this man that she didn't know.
So at this moment, she became more interested in Fang Yan, a young man, and wanted to know more about him and know more of his stories.
This feeling has never happened to anyone else.
She didn't know if she was in love with him, but she didn't dislike this feeling.
Zhu Lin glanced at Fang Yan secretly and found that the other party was also looking at her. The two of them retreated as soon as their eyes touched, but there was a different feeling in his heart.
At this time, Fang Yan looked at the cute look of the queen blushing in front of him, and he was a little moved for a moment. When he came today, he originally just said that we would have a meal together, but now the atmosphere has reached this point, and Fang Yan said in a strange way:
"Actually, I learned a lot when I went to the countryside. Not only can I make kimchi, but I'm also pretty good at cooking."
After saying this, my mother He Huiru immediately understood and started to assist. She took over the conversation and said:
"That's right, Fang Yan's cooking skills are also very good. I joked at that time that he should find a job as a chef when he comes back."
“Now in our family, whenever we have time, dialect is spoken.”
Zhu Lin didn't expect that Fang Yan was still the boss of the family. She asked curiously:
"Really? I really can't tell!"
Fang Yan smiled and said:
"Come to our house for dinner tonight, so I can show off my skills."
Zhu Lin was startled. Facing Fang Yan's gaze, she bit her lower lip lightly, then mustered up the courage to answer:
"Okay!"
(End of chapter)