On the road.
Master Tian was driving in front.
Xiaotian and Zhou Bingkun were sitting in the back seat.
"Dean Zhou, today you gave acupuncture to the patient with back pain. Why did you prick those acupuncture points..." Xiaotian took the time to continue asking Zhou Bingkun about acupuncture. As she spoke, she pointed at herself.
"Xiaotian, do you remember how many silver needles I used?" Zhou Bingkun also entered the teaching mode. He is a good teacher, and he especially likes to be a teacher to beautiful girls.
In this regard, he and Feng Huacheng are quite similar. They both like to communicate with beautiful female students.
The difference is that Feng Huacheng likes to be at home or in bed, while Zhou Bingkun is only at work.
This is an essential difference.
Zhou Bingkun has always believed that he is a romantic but not obscene person. He is a suave gentleman.
Not long after, we arrived at Oda's house.
"Goodbye, Dean Zhou!" Xiaotian said goodbye and skipped away. She forgot to say hello to her dad. He only thinks about Zhou Bingkun.
Master Tian watched Xiao Tian go away with some depression, and continued to drive Zhou Bingkun to the cadre community.
"Dean Zhou, when I sent Comrade Zhou and Comrade Hao off this afternoon, they were stopped outside..." Master Tian told the story about Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei being stopped by the guard.
"It's their first time coming home. It's normal for something like this to happen. I guess Hao Dongmei forgot to tell her mother when they came back." Zhou Bingkun said calmly.
"Dean Zhou, it's more important to you. As soon as I told you, the guard let them in."
"I'm also familiar with the doorman, it's nothing." Zhou Bingkun was still modest as always.
Soon we arrived at Gaogan Community.
"Master Tian, wait for me, I'll be out soon." Zhou Bingkun ordered, nodded to the guard, and walked into the community. He didn't let Master Tian drive in.
Qu Xiuzhen's family.
"Bingkun, why did you come just now?" Qu Xiuzhen was now familiar with Zhou Bingkun and spoke more casually.
"Comrade Qu, there is nothing we can do. There are too many patients there, so I can't just leave them alone, right?" Zhou Bingkun said pretending to be helpless.
"Okay, you're right. Show me quickly. I want to go to Guangzi Film tomorrow. I'm worried about how many houses there are."
"Comrade Qu, just take a rest. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. You can just arrange for someone to go and have a look. There is no need to go there in person." Zhou Bingkun advised while helping Qu Xiuzhen to check. Qu Xiuzhen is a bit of a workaholic, and she works endlessly.
"I can't worry about sending others. None of those young people are serious. They..." Qu Xiuzhen was saying something.
at this time.
With a "Kacha" sound, Zhou Bingkun healed Qu Xiuzhen's foot.
"Hey, you," Qu Xiuzhen, who was talking, screamed, "What's going on? Is my foot broken?"
"Haha, your foot is not broken, it's healed. However, be careful not to get tired. There are some pieces of dog skin plaster here. You can put them on." Zhou Bingkun smiled and took out a few pieces of plaster from the medical kit.
"Is it okay?" Qu Xiuzhen stood up and stepped on her foot lightly, "Hey, it's really healed. My feet don't hurt anymore!"
"Comrade Qu, although your feet no longer hurt, you still need to pay attention to rest." Zhou Bingkun reminded.
Qu Xiuzhen took the bullshit plaster and applied it to her feet.
"Huh? Bingkun, this plaster is good. It feels quite warm there."
"It's not bad. I found someone to do this. It has many uses." Zhou Bingkun packed up his things and prepared to leave while talking.
"Bingkun, your brother Zhou Bingyi is the son-in-law of the Hao family in front of you, right?" Qu Xiuzhen asked suddenly.
"Really? I'm not sure." Zhou Bingkun said calmly. He pretended not to know. He also didn't want to have anything to do with the Hao family.
"You don't know?! Humph, Bingkun, you little naughty boy, I think you must know. I'm afraid Qi Peng has told you a long time ago." Qu Xiuzhen guessed it accurately. Qi Peng did tell Zhou Bingkun about the Hao family before.
"Comrade Qu, I'd better not know first." Zhou Bingkun said with a smile.
"Oh..., yes." Qu Xiuzhen hesitated to speak. She can't talk too much about other people's family affairs. She felt that what Hao Jinlong and his wife did was wrong, but she couldn't say anything.
"Bingkun, don't leave in a hurry. Let's eat here."
"Comrade Qu, I won't eat anymore. The driver who takes me outside is still waiting."
"Call the driver in and let's eat together." Qu Xiuzhen asked Zhou Bingkun to stay for dinner, and she wasn't being polite.
"Comrade Qu, no need, I'm leaving. Please take a rest. If you feel something is wrong, just call me." Zhou Bingkun said goodbye with a smile. He was in a hurry to go home and cook for his family, and he was not in the mood to eat with others.
"Then slow down." Qu Xiuzhen looked at Zhou Bingkun's back and whispered: "Hao Jinlong and Jin Yueji are both wrong. They always look at people through colored glasses. This is not good."
...
Hao Dongmei's side.
Hao Jinlong returned home by car.
"Dad, you're back!" Hao Dongmei threw herself into Hao Jinlong's arms.
"You are already so old, but you are still so small." Hao Jinlong said with a smile.
"Dad." Zhou Bingyi greeted softly from the side.
"Well, Bingyi, when did you come back?" Hao Jinlong asked calmly. He gave Zhou Bingyi a stronger sense of distance and alienation.
"We arrived in Jichun this morning." Zhou Bingyi said with a low eyebrow.
"How about it, are there many people on the train?"
"There are quite a lot of people."
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, everyone is catching the train to go home."
Hao Jinlong and Zhou Bingyi exchanged a few polite words.
The servants at home have already prepared the meal.
"Old Hao, Dongmei still wants to study in the capital after the Chinese New Year, but she can't live in a dormitory like this. She needs to find a place to live." Jin Yueji said slowly.
"Well, it's time to find a place to live. I'll ask later." Hao Jinlong looked at Hao Dongmei and nodded.
The family ate their meal politely and basically said nothing. When he speaks occasionally, he speaks softly and slowly, very politely.
...
Zhou Bingkun’s side.
Russian style house.
"Master Tian, I have to use the car after dinner. Here are the money and tickets. Please deal with it outside."
Zhou Bingkun did not invite Master Tian to go home for dinner, because Master Tian would be a little uncomfortable. He had invited him before, but Master Tian wanted to refuse but did not dare to refuse. As a result, he had a very formal meal at Zhou Bingkun's house. Later, when Zhou Bingkun used the car, he directly gave money and tickets to Master Tian to eat outside.
Of course, Master Tian was embarrassed to ask for money and tickets at first, but Zhou Bingkun forced him to accept it, so he had to accept it honestly. He did not dare to refuse Zhou Bingkun.
"Okay, Dean Zhou." Master Tian said respectfully. The money and tickets Zhou Bingkun gave him were not much, but they were enough to feed two people. He didn't suffer.
"Master Tian, don't worry about eating. I won't use the car in about an hour and a half."
"Okay." Master Tian nodded and watched Zhou Bingkun go home. After waiting for a while, he drove directly home. He ate at home and gave the money and tickets given by Zhou Bingkun to his family.
Zhou Bingkun just walked in.
"Dad, I'm hungry, cook quickly!" Zhou Jiaping shouted hurriedly.
"Dad, I'm hungry too, let's cook!" Zhou Jiacong also shouted.
"I'm hungry, I need to eat!" Zhou Le threw herself into Zhou Bingkun's arms. She is Zhou Bingkun's pistachio. Zhou Bingkun dotes on his daughter more.
"Okay, daddy will cook right away." Zhou Bingkun happily went to the kitchen.
Zheng Juan also followed to the kitchen.
Zhou Zhigang, Li Suhua, Zheng Guangming, and their three children continued to play and watch TV.
Not long after.
Zhou Bingkun cooked a large table of delicious food.
“It smells so good!”
“It’s so delicious!”
"Dad, the food is delicious!"
“Bingkun’s Sichuan cuisine is very authentic.”
"Brother Bingkun, my cooking is still not as delicious as yours."
"Our old guy is really good at cooking!"
...
There are not so many rules when it comes to eating here.
There was constant laughter and laughter at home, and the atmosphere was lively and homely.
