17 The prodigal son will not change the gold

The dullness after Xin Kang left was difficult to subside for a moment. Xin Tian's mother looked at the time when the landing clock in the study and got up and said, "Tingtian, you talk to Mr. Fu and I'll cook."

She wiped her eyes secretly as she walked. Tina knew that she was still worried and wanted to chase her to help, but she was pulled by Fu Sinian and Xintian's mother at the same time.

Xin Tian looked at Fu Sinian and suppressed the feeling of a little embarrassment. She is not a servant here, but she is not a guest invited by the host. The role-play needs to be adjusted.

Fu Sinian did not deliberately greet her. He sat quietly in front of the desk and said, "I'm going to prescribe a few prescriptions. You can sit casually. If you want to read, there are some books on the bookshelf."

Tina nodded. It turned out that he was really a doctor. She went to the bookshelf and browsed it casually. Most of them were ancient books of traditional Chinese medicine. She looked at a modern book on the side of the bookshelf, "Self-healing" (the method of health care for ordinary people), and gently pulled it out, and the cover editor suddenly printed the name of Fu Sinian.

She glanced at Fu Sinian and was dedicated to writing, so she quietly opened the author's profile. Fu Sinian, vice president of H University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, vice president of the National Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, special consultant of Shanquan Pharmaceutical Group, holder of twelve special Chinese prescriptions...

Is it him? Tina remembered Dr. Fu, who was deeply relied on by the government officials in H City.

Lin Daoxue was originally the vice governor of this province and has been transferred to a central ministry and committee. Lin's mother suffered from cancer and was diagnosed by several Western medicine experts for less than two years, but she persisted for ten years at the age of seventy-eight and died with a smile. Fu Sinian became famous because of this. Of course, he was also inseparable from Vice Governor Lin's secret promotion to repay his kindness.

Fu Sinian is also a health consultant of the leadership team of H City. The usually high-ranking officials are still mortals who will die in front of him. Occasionally, they are sick and need him to make a careful diagnosis. Therefore, Fu Sinian can be said to be a person who people in H City are competing to accept but can't go to it.

Tina thought of who Fu Sinian was, and her heart was slightly itchy. In her previous life, if she had a chance to meet someone, she was the object she wanted to make friends with. She raised her eyes and peeked at Fu Sinian. Fu Sinian focused on writing and did not look up, but she noticed her sight and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Tina was a little guilty, and then said easily, "Looking at your masterpiece, it's strange that there are few people who don't publish their age in the author's profile."

Fu Sinian laughed dumbly. She was asking her age and said, "People believe in the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor of immortality, and the publishing house believes that the age of printing is not conducive to distribution. How old do you think I am?

His smile is faint, his skin is smooth and refreshing, and there are shallow smile lines next to his indifferent and wise eyes. This kind of person can't tell his age. When he is 20 years old, because of his calm and indifferent wind, others will judge that he is close to 30 years old. When he is 30 years old, he is naturally still 30 years old, but when he is 40 years old. At that time, he was still 30 years old in the eyes of others.

Forever thirty years old, Tina smiled. She could barely count as such a person in her life, but her expectation was forever 28. She smiled and said, "Mr. Fu, are you 3040?"

Fu Sinian's elegant and indifferent eyebrows were hit. He frowned slightly and thought: "30 or 40, this is a problem."

Basically, a man is over thirty years old, and he is afraid that others will guess the old and cunning Xintian. This 10-year-old leap also makes him a little cautious.

He was still very funny, and Tina smiled gently.

Fu Sinian continued to smile and said, "Actually, I've been praying to the sky just now. If you suddenly say an uncle, what should I do?"

Tina smiled more. Xintian's mother knocked on the door and shouted, "What's your name, uncle? Isn't that a junior? Mr. Fu is only 35 years old. He has a good time. Xintian, don't mess around."

When Xintian's mother turned to Xintian, she scolded a little and turned to Fu Sinian, but was much more loving. "Mr. Fu, the food is ready. Please come out for dinner."

Fu Sinian touched his nose and spit out his tongue mischievously. The two looked at each other and smiled, stood up outside to help with the food.

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The ancient red sandalwood dining table shaped like a full moon is covered with a brocade with flower and bird patterns. There are several light and delicious dishes in the blue and white porcelain plate with landscape patterns, which are full of color, fragrance and taste. The same porcelain bowl is filled with crystal rice grains with green light, a pungent aroma of green bamboo, and the rice of steamed rice is actually soaked with bamboo juice.

Tina sat down at the table. Fu Sinian and Xintian's mother are both casual. She wants to learn from the doctor. Her diet is also light on weekdays. She has always paid attention to maintaining her body shape, and she doesn't have to eat meat. At this moment, she also eats with relish.

She swallowed the crisp ginger juice and said with a smile, "I know what the big leaf in the yard is. It turns out to be this lettep."

Fu Sinian nodded and said like an authentic vegetable farmer, "Aunt Lan must be the variety of pointed leaves today. If it is the variety of round leaves, it is not as crisp as this one."

Xintian's mother nodded with a smile and said, "Mr. Fu's mouth is still thin, so I can't make any difference between the two."

As soon as her voice fell, the door was pushed open. The three of them turned their heads and saw Xinkang going back. They were all stunned. Xinkang saw the three people sitting together happily. He was like an intruder, and he was also slightly stunned, and a kind of cramped pain appeared in his beautiful eyes.

He took out the bank card, put it on the table, and said, "It still doesn't work. As soon as I left here, I wanted to take all the money to turn over the money. This idea can't be suppressed like weeds. I'm really afraid to take the money to gamble again. While I'm forced to come back during the Qingming Festival, I'll return the whole card to you first."

The three of them were stunned. Xin Kang's eyes crossed their faces and turned to leave.

They are like a family. Is there any room for him to stay?

Fu Sinian saw Xinkang's loss and immediately said, "Xinkang, sit down and finish dinner. However, there is no meat dish today. Don't dislike it."

Xin Kang paused and subconsciously looked at his mother and Xin Tian. Xintian's mother covered up her emotional excitement. Xinkang is going to get better. Gambling and drug addiction is not so easy to quit. He forced himself to return the bank card first, which has made her heart sour.

She stood up and went to the kitchen and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu will leave you to eat, and you can sit down. What is the pestle doing there?"

Xin Kang's body trembled, and Tina was also a little relieved, but she didn't look up. She continued to pick up vegetables and said, "I'll go with you in the afternoon."

Xin Kang's heart was shocked and he sat down, but looked out of the window first, not wanting to see the crystal in his eyes. He tried his best to hide his excitement. Fortunately, he came back. If he gambled on the money again, would his mother and sister be as happy as they are now? Their family hasn't had dinner together for a long time.

Xintian's mother went to the kitchen to get the cutlery and handed it to Xinkang's hand. Xinkang held Xintian's mother's hand with the bowl of chopsticks and held it tightly. Xintian's mother's face didn't pay attention to him. Xinkang raised his head, looked at Xintian's mother's eyes sincerely, and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I won't gamble again."

Xintian's mother's body shook, and her eyes were as soft as water. She slowly oozed tears and gently touched Xin Kang's head.

Tina sat next to her and looked at the scene of mother and son's love. She only felt that her heart was sour.