Chapter 64

"Zhou Ting, help me get dressed. I get up and go out to sit for a while," Zhang Yue said.

Zhou Ting thought about it and agreed with Zhang Yue's request. Going out for a while would not affect his body. It would be good for his skin to have a little sun in the morning.

Zhou Ting felt strange when he took his own small inside and put it on Zhang Yue. Soon Zhou Ting put on his pants and put on a shirt for Zhang Yue.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zhou Ting's hand touched the high and full place again.

Zhang Yue looked at Zhou Ting angrily. Zhang Yue didn't say much. She had no resistance to Zhou Ting's advantage.

When Zhang Yue was dressed, Zhou Ting did not let her go out, but asked her to lie down for a while and cook by herself. When Zhou Ting brought out crucian carp soup, Zhang Yue stared at Zhou Ting and asked, "can you cook?"

"Of course, what did you eat last night?" Zhou Ting was speechless.

"I thought it was the girl who did it." Zhang Yue looked at Zhou Ting and tut tut exclaimed, "that's good. There are too few boys who can cook now. If you're a few years younger, maybe your sister can give you a chance."

"I don't think you're too old. Come after me now and I'll give you a chance." Zhou Ting said jokingly.

Hearing the speech, several black lines appeared on Zhang Yue's face, and her red lips stared at Zhou Ting tightly. She looked like a lioness and wanted to eat Zhou Ting. For a long time, it was cold to hold out a word: "get out!"

Zhou Ting did not argue, smiled and continued to eat. Zhang Yue took a bowl and ate in that small mouth. Zhou Ting's rice was very delicious. Zhang Yue seemed to have never eaten such a taste of rice and liked it very much.

When the two had dinner, Zhou Ting packed up the dishes and chopsticks, took Zhang Yue to a chair in the yard and let her bask in the sun.

The assassin was nine o'clock, the sun had risen, and there was enough light.

Zhou Ting took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and the board he used to practice calligraphy, took up his brush, dipped it in ink, and brushed it on the board.

"The six tunes are dry and close to the green trees. The willows are light and the golden strands are unfolded. Who moved the tin zither to the jade pillar, pierced the curtain, and the petrel flew away again. The eyes are full of hairspring and falling catkins. When the red apricots open, there is a clear and bright rain. The warblers come to sleep and talk, startling the disabled. There is no place to find a good dream..."

Zhou Ting wrote very slowly this time. Each stroke seemed to fall with deep sadness and a longing for love. The elegant handwriting was spiritual and pleasing to the eyes.

Zhang Yue sat on the chair and watched Zhou Ting's brush walk upstream of the board. Although the strokes and paintings were very slow, they looked so flowing. For a time, Zhang Yue looked a little trance and had a strong interest in this young man in his early twenties.

Who on earth has taught such an excellent youth, amazing medical skills and superb cooking, which has such exquisite calligraphy. Such a person, once discovered, must be an infinitely glorious gold, which is plundered by the world.

This poem was written by Zhou Ting, which seems to have the right artistic conception, such as being touched by one heart and trying to find a feeling.

After writing a poem, Zhang Yue clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Zhou Ting, you write such a beautiful word that you want to be a calligrapher."

"Calligraphers don't dare to do it, but they have to be doctors and prescribe prescriptions for others in the future. Their handwriting is ugly and can't go out. Moreover, they began to write brush calligraphy when they were young and used to practice calligraphy for a long time." Zhou Ting smiled, stretched his muscles and bones, erased these handwriting and began to write again.

For more than an hour, Zhou Ting erased all the words on the board and was ready to write a few more words. At the end, there was a roar of cars outside the door.

Although the sound is very light, Yulong car is a small place after all. Where will there be a car on weekdays? The sound of the car goes in its own direction. Is it white vanilla

Zhou Ting's door was open at the moment. After a short meeting, three or two cars stopped at the door in turn. The front is a Mercedes Benz. Zhou Ting has seen it in the white vanilla villa. I think it's white vanilla.

But there are two luxury cars in the back, a Rambo and a BMW. Are they white vanilla bodyguards? Now bodyguards can drive such a good car. Our children are really different.

When Zhou Ting guessed, the people in the three cars got off. Naturally, white vanilla and Zhang Fang came out in front, and Han Xin came out of the second car. Zhou Ting couldn't help laughing. He thought he was white vanilla's bodyguard.

When the man in the third car came out, Zhou Ting hurried out of the door. The man from the third car was still not Bai vanilla's bodyguard, but Xiao Yuqing, the old man of Wanyao hall. Xiao Yuqing was followed by an old man and a girl besides a middle-aged driver.

"You can't all make an appointment to come today." Zhou Ting smiled and walked outside the door, looked at several people and said.

"Ha ha, I happened to meet you and came together." Han Xin laughed and said.

Zhou Ting looked at Han Xin. He should take the prescription he gave him every day. Now his face is ruddy and healthy.

"They all sit in the room." Zhou Ting hurriedly invited them.

"OK." the crowd nodded and walked towards the house.

"By the way, Zhou Ting, the bottle you want is put in the back of the car. It's a little heavy. Please help carry it." Zhang Fang opened the back car cover and said.

Zhou Ting was overjoyed when he heard the speech. He went over and looked at the back of the car. There were two boxes inside. I think they were porcelain bottles he wanted. The dark way white vanilla was very efficient. With one effort, all the two boxes were lifted.

"Brother, I'll help you." Han Xin came to help.

"It's all right, I'll come." Zhou Ting was afraid that Han Xin couldn't move and was broken. He directly carried two boxes of porcelain bottles and walked towards the house. Han Xin also followed him with a small box in his hand: "here are some porcelain bottles you asked me to prepare."

"Just be ready. Let's talk in the room." Zhou Ting greeted with a smile.

Yulong car has been quiet for many years. A car is rare on weekdays. Now three luxury cars suddenly came, which naturally attracted the attention of the villagers. Some lively villagers heard that there were 32 cars parked at Zhou Ting's door and looked at Zhou Ting's house one after another.

Zhang Yue sat at the square door and looked at the people who came in. She was secretly surprised. The temperament of this group of people is very cultured, and the atmosphere is natural. Who on earth is Zhou Ting? How can he be such a person

After putting the two boxes in his hand behind the main room door, Zhou Ting helped Zhang Yue into the room, asked the people to sit down on the sofa, pointed to Zhang Yue and said, "let me introduce you. This is Zhang Yue, an excellent policewoman. There was an accident in an operation and he recuperated here temporarily."

"Ha ha, you all know each other. Let me also introduce you. This is Qi Huan, Qi Yaner and Zhang De, the driver." old man Xiao Yuqing said with a smile.

"Dr. Zhou, the purpose of our visit this time is that Lao Xiao has already told you that Yaner's illness needs more trouble." Qi Huan stood up and arched to Zhou Ting.

Looking at Qi Huan, he did not show distrust because he was young, but was so polite, which attracted Zhou Ting's favor. Smiling and nodding, Qi Lao said, "don't worry, I will do my best."

"By the way, I came with Xiao Laoqi to seek medical treatment. Lao Bai, what are you doing today and what's the matter with your face?" Han Xin asked after sitting down and looking at Bai vanilla.

"You all came to seek medical treatment. I came to ask for medicine today. The scar on my face is not an operation rumored by the outside world, but an ointment made by Zhou Ting with medicinal materials to help me recover." Bai vanilla smiled.

"What?" Xiao Yuqing was shocked when he heard the speech, looked at Zhou Ting and asked, "little brother, are you serious?"

"Fortunately, the prescription I knew just had a good therapeutic effect on the skin, so I configured some for Miss Bai, and the results were really effective." Zhou Ting smiled.

"Miss Bai's face, asked all the famous doctors in Jiangling City, gave an irreparable conclusion. When I saw Miss Bai today, I thought it was her twin sister, but I didn't expect you to cure it. It's really frightening for later generations!" Xiao Yuqing said excitedly.

Although Xiao Yuqing is not a famous traditional Chinese medicine, he is also a person in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. The withering of traditional Chinese medicine made him often sigh. Now he suddenly saw Zhou Ting's birth. It seems to be a bright dawn, injecting new hope into the dark field of traditional Chinese medicine!

He also kept making up his mind to help Zhou Ting to shine in the name of traditional Chinese medicine in the medical field.

"Master Xiao is too famous. I'm just making a small fuss. Compared with the predecessors of traditional Chinese medicine, there are still many deficiencies." Zhou Ting said modestly.

"Don't be humble. Your medical skills are so good. Being modest is pride. By the way, my beauty mud, how's your configuration?" Bai vanilla asked with a smile.

"And my pill!" Han Xin sat aside and looked at Zhou Ting in the same hurry.

Xiao Yuqing and the Qi family also sat aside and looked at Zhou Ting. Their eyes were full of interest to see what panacea Zhou Ting could come up with.

Zhou Ting went to the door and opened the box brought by white vanilla. The porcelain bottle suddenly appeared. Zhou Ting looked at the rows of porcelain bottles in the box and took out one.

The white porcelain inside the bottle is sealed with glass outside, and the glass is inlaid with the words "beauty mud", on which is arranged a simple stroke of an ancient beauty, which is simple, luxurious and high-end.

Took out thirty bottles, put them on the table, looked at the white vanilla and said, "is this bottle very expensive?"

"It's not very expensive. On average, the cost is more than ten yuan. If it's making ordinary cosmetics, the cost is really a little high, but since it's loaded with beauty mud, the price is not expensive." white vanilla smiled.

"I've heard for a long time that Miss Bai is a genius in business. I don't know if she is willing to make such a good porcelain vase and what products she wants to sell. Is it the kind of ointment you used before?" Xiao Yuqing asked with wide eyes. Zhang Yue and Qi Yaner also looked curiously. Women have a natural enthusiasm for beauty things.

"Yes, the thing I used to remove the scar on my face is beauty mud. If I don't share such a good thing with others, I'm really sorry for my conscience." Bai vanilla smiled.

Hearing the slander in Han Xin's heart, white vanilla is known as a commercial genius. If it doesn't have huge profits, it really won't be shared with others.