After her rebirth, she became the sweetheart of the sickly uncle.

But the man in front of him, who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen, could tell at a glance.

"In that case, I'd like to ask you to take a look at my son after dinner." Fatty Yao didn't hesitate and asked generously.

Over the years, he has searched for famous doctors all over the world, but they are unable to do anything about this natural disease brought from the mother's womb. In desperation, he can only give up and live in seclusion in this small Lin'an city with his son.

Su Qingcheng smiled from the bottom of her heart. After the little fat man had eaten and drank enough and burped, he said softly: "Can you let me see your legs?"

The little fat man shrank back in fear, something Su Qingcheng ignored. At this time, her appearance was covered by a veil, her voice was rough and hoarse, and she really didn't look like a good person.

"Zhan'er, be good." Fatty Yao said sternly.

The little fat man pouted unconvinced but obediently leaned towards Su Qingcheng and stretched out his legs.

After Su Qingcheng looked at it for a moment, she said confidently: "I can heal."

"Seriously?" Fatty Yao stood up from the chair excitedly. Then he realized that he was too excited and immediately went back. His eyes were full of doubts. "Could it be that you want to say that you can heal, but you want me to take you to the military camp, and then wait for you from there?" You can disperse after returning from the military camp."

Su Qingcheng chuckled and shook her head, saying: "I will treat his leg without any other conditions. As for the military camp, it is still the same as what I said yesterday."

Fatty Yao's face was full of shock. He really couldn't figure out what Su Qingcheng meant.

I saw Su Qingcheng taking out her needle and looking for acupuncture points on the little fat man's white and tender legs, but she searched for a long time and still didn't inject the needle.

Fatty Yao on the side clenched his fists and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

"It's time for him to lose weight." Su Qingcheng said calmly.

The little fat man immediately retorted: "My father said that fat people are lucky, I..."

Before he could finish his words, four golden needles of different thicknesses were pierced into his legs. The little fat man cried out in pain, "Wow, wow, daddy, it hurts me to death."

In an instant, Su Qingcheng turned the golden needle, while Wu Ya held down the little fat man's body to prevent him from moving.

After a stick of incense, Su Qingcheng took out the golden needle while sweating profusely, and the little fat man also stopped crying.

"Stand up and try." Su Qingcheng wiped her sweat and said calmly.

The little fat man stood up sobbing, muttering: "I hate you..." When he realized that he could walk with his lame leg, the grievance in his eyes instantly turned into surprise, and he rushed towards Su Qingcheng and hugged her. Waist: "My legs are healed!"

Fatty Yao turned his back silently, not letting others see his excited tears.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor." After adjusting his mood, Fatty Yao turned around and wanted to kneel down to thank Su Qingcheng.

"Get up quickly." Su Qingcheng couldn't help but Wu Ya pulled Fatty Yao up.

At this moment, several ascetics came outside the door.

Fatty Yao immediately clasped his hands to the monks, then ran to the kitchen and took some steamed buns and handed them to them, saying piously: "Amitabha."

The ascetic monk returned the favor. Seeing this, the little fat man excitedly took out a few pennies from his pocket and handed them to them. He said innocently: "Take it, and buy more dry food to eat on the road."

The ascetic monk refused again and again: "Donor cannot."

After that, several monks took the steamed buns and left.

The little fat man was puzzled. He looked at the backs of several ragged monks in the distance and said, "Their shoes are all worn out. Why don't you accept my money? Do you think it's too little?"

Fatty Yao said patiently: "They are not doing it for wealth, they are doing it for all living beings."

"What do you mean? This is too stupid. You don't even want money." The little fat man said childishly and didn't understand.

Su Qingcheng sighed slightly, also looked at those figures from behind, and said warmly: "You laugh at them for being crazy, but you are not included in every kowtow and bow they make."

Hearing these words, Fatty Yao's eyes changed. He turned around and said, "Come with me to find Li Shikai tomorrow."

A stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. Although she had been dealing with Fatty Yao these past few days, she didn't just make this kind of plan.

If Fatty Yao was unwilling to take her in in the end, then she would have no choice but to quietly follow Li Shikai to the military camp. Not to mention whether she would be discovered, she didn't even know whether she would be able to see Ye Tantai.

Su Qingcheng's heart was racing at the thought of going to the military camp to look for him tomorrow. She didn't know whether she was excited or nervous. In short, she was very panicked.

in the dark.

The soothing sound reached her ears across half of Lin'an City. After a while, she felt much calmer inside, and she couldn't sleep all night.

Wu Ya was very measured in his actions. Today, Li Shikai and his team were strong enough to walk. They received news from the military camp that Ye Tantai announced his presence.

Li Shikai immediately packed up his things and set off. Before setting off, he came to Fatty Yao's restaurant.

He kicked open the door of the restaurant very rudely, and when he was about to shout, he found that Fatty Yao had packed his things and was standing there waiting for him.

Li Shikai smiled contemptuously and said, "You know what's going on. Everything has been packed away."

"I have a condition." Fatty Yao said calmly.

Li Shikai said impatiently: "If you fart, hurry up."

"I want to take these two apprentices and my son with me."

Li Shikai squinted his eyes and looked at the three people beside him, an eight-year-old fat man, a masked man and a woman with a fierce look.

"Let's go, let's go." He didn't want to waste more words.

He was inexplicably beaten a few days ago, and he was angry. Now he was only thinking about the reward he would get after paying tribute to Fatty Yao to Ye Tantai.

The four of them set out on the road each carrying a baggage.

Li Shikai sat on the carriage himself, and the rest of the people followed behind his carriage.

By the time they arrived at the camp, Su Qingcheng's feet were already covered in blisters.

They were arranged in a camp at the rear. Li Shikai pointed at Fatty Yao and said, "The general wants to see me. You come with me. The rest will wait here."

Fatty Yao glanced at his young son worriedly. Su Qingcheng gave him a reassuring look. Fatty Yao followed Li Shikai and left. In Ye Tantai's tent.

He leaned lazily on the chair, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, and looked coldly at Li Shikai who was kneeling on the ground.

"I heard that you want to see me?"

Li Shikai said flatteringly: "A few days ago, I heard someone said that Your Highness has a bad appetite, so I specially invited the famous chef Yao Fatty to come to the military camp to cook for the prince and the soldiers."

"I see, you do have your heart in mind." Ye Tantai said casually.

Hearing Ye Tantai's words, Li Shikai was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood: "It's not hard. It's not hard at all to be able to relieve my worries for the prince."

"Go down." Ye Tantai said coldly.

Li Shikai was stunned on the spot. He thought that by pleasing Ye Tantai, he could return to the position of commander.

"Your Majesty... I want to do my best for Your Majesty!" Li Shikai did not leave, but knelt down and kowtowed.