Chapter 51

"Sunny and rainy, what does grandfather like?" Zhang Cheng looked at Zhao Qingyu and said, after all, it's his first time to send something to the old man. If it's not good, it's not a shame.

"Well I like some calligraphy and paintings and the best tea. " Zhao Qingyu thought of these two things and told Zhang Cheng. Zhang Cheng nodded.

"Then I'll go shopping. Go ahead. " Zhang Cheng pointed to the door and said. Now it's working time. Zhao Qingyu said that he would not go with him.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Qingyu, Zhang Chengman walked up the street aimlessly. He didn't understand calligraphy and painting.

Suddenly, he thought of a person, maybe he has a way.

"Mr. Ji, I'm Zhang Cheng." Zhang Cheng made a phone call to Mr. Ji. I think he should know something about it.

"Ah Cheng, what's the matter? You haven't come to see me for a long time. " On the other end of the phone came Mr. Ji's bright voice.

Zhang Cheng is also a little embarrassed. Indeed, I haven't found Mr. Ji for a long time.

"Well, it's sunny. Her grandfather's birthday is tomorrow night. Sunny says that the old man likes calligraphy and painting. I don't know much about it. I want to ask him for your help." Zhang Cheng told the reason to Mr. Ji.

"Well, come to me first." Ji said.

Zhang Cheng hung up and took a taxi to BaiCaoYuan.

As soon as I entered, I saw the old man sitting on the pavilion drinking tea.

"Mr. Ji, how are you recently?" Zhang Cheng sat opposite him and saw that he had got a cup of tea for himself. He got up quickly and received it.

"Ha ha, I'm getting better and better. Thanks to your medicine Mr. Ji said with a smile.

After drinking tea, Mr. Ji takes Zhang Cheng to the inner room.

As soon as Zhang Cheng entered the room, he saw the wall full of calligraphy and paintings and swallowed.

"Choose one." Mr. Ji patted Cheng on the shoulder.

Zhang Cheng was shocked and asked himself to choose one directly. It's a little too much. Looking at the old man, Zhang Cheng was silent for a long time before he said, "thank you, Mr. Ji."

"What? You saved my life. Are these things more valuable than my life?" Mr. Ji looks at Zhang Cheng.

"It's different. I'm a doctor. It's our duty to save the dying and heal the wounded. "

"The same, the same. Choose. " The old man interrupted Zhang Cheng and led him to a picture.

According to the old man, this painting is Tang Bohu's "riding a donkey and thinking of returning home". It took a lot of effort to get it.

Now Zhang Cheng got it easily, and he felt a little ashamed.

After chatting with Ji Lao for a while, he took the painting and left. However, when he left, he agreed with Ji Lao that he would come to see Ji Lao when he was free. Ji Lao agreed with him with a smile.

Now that we have the paintings, let's make our own tea.

At the thought of this, Zhang Cheng directly took a taxi home.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my sister-in-law watching TV on the sofa. After greeting her, I went back to my room.

Put the picture on the table. With a wave of his hand, a plant with luxuriant leaves appeared in front of him. This is a unique tea tree in the realm of cultivation. Lingxin tea has the function of calming the mind and clearing the mind.

After Zhang Cheng picked the leaves one by one, Zhang Cheng fell into a difficult problem. What do you use to stir fry tea? There are only pans at home. Forget it, special treatment in special period.

Zhang Cheng put the tea in a bag and poured it directly on the pan. No need to wash. There is no dust in the space. He took out his cell phone and watched the fire.

Open the browser and type out a few words "steps to stir fry tea".

Zhang Cheng can't stir fry tea, but it's OK to cram for a while. I don't know why. He seems to have the skills that he never forgets. He can see everything once.

What to control the heat, keep the tea dry, stir fry several times and so on make Zhang Cheng headache, really troublesome, early know to go to the tea shop to buy.

I don't know how long later, my sister-in-law came and stood behind him.

"Brother in law, what are you doing? It smells good." My sister-in-law Zhao Qingya looks at Zhang Cheng's action, which is difficult to understand. This question is beyond the outline.

Zhang Cheng looked at his sister-in-law and said with a smile, "I'm frying tea. Isn't tomorrow grandfather's 80th birthday?"

"It's tea. I thought my brother-in-law was going to make something delicious for my sister." My sister-in-law Zhao Qingya left in disappointment. No matter how fragrant it was, it was just tea.

After three hours of frying, Lingxin tea came out.

Zhang Cheng took a look with his hand. It was perfect. For the first time, he left half of the tea for himself, and there was less tea. Zhang Cheng found a small bottle and put the tea in.

Now that everything is done, I'll give it to the old man tomorrow afternoon.

Zhang Cheng came to the living room but didn't see his sister-in-law. He should have gone upstairs.

Zhang Cheng is lying on the sofa, a little tired. Zhang Cheng didn't have a good rest after he came back from the ruins of Yanshan mountain. After cooking tea for a long time, his iron body couldn't stand it.Gradually, Zhang Cheng fell asleep.

At about 7 p.m., Zhao Qingyu came home from work with two boxes in his hand.

After putting things on the table, I saw Zhang Cheng sleeping on the sofa.

Zhao Qingyu walked over and saw that Zhang Cheng was wearing only a shirt and frowned. It was strange that he didn't catch cold when he was sleeping.

Sitting beside him, he slowly woke up. Zhang Cheng opened his hazy eyes, looked at Zhao Qingyu and said, "wife, what's the matter?"

Zhao Qingyu didn't care how Zhang Cheng called himself. She pointed to Zhang Cheng's room and said, "go back to your room and sleep. Be careful not to catch a cold. I'll ask aunt Lin to call you at dinner

Zhang Cheng slowly returned to the room, Zhao Qingyu looked at his back also relieved.

The two are becoming more and more like husband and wife.

It's time for dinner.

"Brother in law, brother in law, get up for dinner." Zhang Cheng was shaken up. I don't know how many times he was shaken up by his sister-in-law. However, after nearly an hour's rest, I feel much better.

"Come on." Zhang Cheng got up and took a bath.

On the dinner table, Zhao Qingyu handed his sister a bag and said, "Xiaoya, take it to my grandfather tomorrow."

After giving it to his sister-in-law, he turned to Zhang Cheng and looked at him empty handed, wondering: "Zhang Cheng, what did you buy?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Cheng mysteriously took out a small porcelain vase from his pocket, opened the lid, put it under Zhao Qingyu's nose, smelled it, and said, "Qingyu, guess what it is?"

"Spices, except spices, there should be nothing so fragrant."

"No, I made the tea myself."

Zhao Qingyu looks at Zhang Cheng. He can even stir fry tea. What else can't he?

If you ask him, I think he will definitely say that it is impossible to have children.

Even if I read a book, I will not