Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Zhou Cheng asked for him and added: "My teacher is very famous internationally. He has his own medical team and serves many wealthy people. If you can cure cancer, my teacher can introduce clients to him, and they are all very rich."

Xia Qingqing understood what he meant and said with a smile: "It can be cured, but you have to come to China for treatment. It's not something that can be done overnight, and the treatment will take a long time."

Zhou Cheng translated it, and Andrew was overjoyed and asked excitedly: “Can I watch it?”

"can."

Xia Qingqing answered in English, and she could understand simple English.

"Thank you, see you in Shanghai!"

Andrew opened his arms and wanted to give a Western hug, but Xia Qingqing took the initiative to hold his hands. She didn't want to hug this foreign old man.

"Are you going back to Shanghai? Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou miss you very much." Xia Qingqing asked with concern.

"My schedule for this year has been arranged, but I will return to China to work next year," Zhou Cheng replied.

He also missed home very much. He had never returned once after going abroad, for fear that he would never want to come out again after returning. The purpose of his going abroad was to learn advanced medical skills abroad, and after returning home, he would teach more people.

"That's great. My aunt must be so happy. She talks about you every day. She also said that you have been picky about food since you were a child. You only pick the fillings in dumplings. You must not be able to get used to the food after you go abroad. After you came back, I told her that you were doing well and she could rest assured." Xia Qingqing said with a smile.

Zhou Cheng also smiled, his eyes full of nostalgia; he wanted to eat the dumplings his mother made.

There are Chinese restaurants abroad that sell dumplings, but none of them taste like his mom’s. He learned to make them himself, but they still don’t taste like his mom’s. When he returns home next year, he will be able to eat the dumplings his mom made.

I’m really looking forward to it!

Xia Qingqing also invited Zhou Cheng to have dinner at her place, "Call me when you are free. My cook can cook some Shandong dishes, which taste pretty good."

"it is good."

Zhou Cheng agreed.

He sent Xia Qingqing to the hospital entrance, and they shook hands and said goodbye.

Xia Qingqing was in a very good mood when she returned home. She had made a lot of money and met Zhou Dao's second brother. Today was really a good day.

"Ah Feng, Ah Lian, tomorrow you make some dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse and pork. Don't put onions in them. There should be less meat than shepherd's purse. This is a red envelope for you. Thank you for your hard work during this period!"

Xia Qingqing called two maids and told them to pack it according to Zhou Cheng's taste.

She had heard her mother-in-law mention Zhou Cheng before. He was very picky about food and would never put onions in his dumplings. He loved dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse and pork the most, and there had to be less pork than shepherd's purse. Too much pork would make him feel too greasy.

"By the way, don't make the dumplings lace-shaped. Make them into the shape of a gold ingot."

Xia Qingqing remembered again that Zhou Cheng would not eat dumplings with the edges of twisted wheat ears. He said that such dumplings looked unstable, so he only ate the plump Yuanbao dumplings.

When the mother-in-law mentioned Zhou Cheng's past, her face was full of disgust. She also said that if it were her son, she would definitely slap him and let him eat it or not.

"He is spoiled. If you starve him for three days, he will eat shit. Only your Aunt Zhou can spoil her child."

That’s what Cheng Yueyun said.

But no one expected that a person with such a picky mouth and obsessive-compulsive disorder would take the initiative to become a military doctor, eat and live with the soldiers, and drink water from the mud pit when there was no water to drink. He was not picky at all.

"Thank you, Miss. We'll go buy some shepherd's purse tomorrow."

Ah Feng and Ah Lian were both very happy. At first, when Xia Dechang sent them here, they were not happy about it, but now they just thought it smelled really good.

Xia Qingqing is humble, easy to talk to, generous, and will even give them red envelopes when she is in a good mood.

"Pack more!"

After giving the instructions, Xia Qingqing went back to her room. She didn't sleep, but called Xia Mingchen.

"Song Wanyi attacked Liu Peijun. I just rescued her. She has become a fool. You should be careful recently. Song Wanyi has gone crazy!"

"I know, I'm waiting!"

Xia Mingchen said in a light tone, he had waited for this day for too long.

Only after Song Wanyi took action could he fight back. In this way, if the old woman died, the old man could not blame him.

"You should be careful too. The old woman hates you as well." Xia Mingchen reminded.

"I will be back in Shanghai in a few days. Her arms can't reach that far. She's dead!"

Xia Qingqing yawned. She was busy from morning till night and was exhausted.

The next day, Afeng and Alian got up early and went to the vegetable market to buy fresh shepherd's purse and pork. They kneaded the dough, chopped the stuffing and made dumplings, following Xia Qingqing's instructions strictly. All the dumplings were plump, with less meat than vegetables and no onions.

After wrapping it, he cooked two bowls for Xia Qingqing and Xiao Yingyue to eat.

“A little bland, but very fresh.”

Xiao Yingyue went to the kitchen to get some soy sauce for dipping and ate thirty dumplings in one go. After she finished, she realized that the shape of the dumplings was wrong. "Hey, why aren't there any dumplings with lace? They're all ingot-shaped."

She likes to eat dumplings with lace edges, which are not only beautiful but also delicious.

"Because the ones with lace edges look unstable."

Xia Qingqing added casually and laughed herself after she finished speaking.

I actually think Jiaozi is not stable. Zhou Cheng is probably a reserved person, just like Shen Qiubai. I don’t know what kind of partner he will find in the future.

"What's the matter with Jiaozi being steady or not? Sister Qingqing, are you kidding me?"

Xiao Yingyue was amused and laughed. She ate a few more dumplings and then ran to the Xiao family to practice martial arts.

Xia Qingqing asked A Lian to cook sixty dumplings. After freezing the remaining hundred or so dumplings, she packed them in a box and sent them to Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng had just finished an operation with his teacher and was feeling hungry when he saw A Lian carrying a large bag.

"Doctor Zhou, Miss Xia asked me to bring you some dumplings. This one is cooked, and this one is raw. Please put them in the refrigerator."

A-Lian handed over the bag.

"Thank your lady for me."

Zhou Cheng was both surprised and touched. He had been craving for dumplings recently, and this bag of dumplings was delivered just in time.

He couldn't wait to go back to the office with the dumplings and met Andrew at the door.

"Cheng, let's go out for dinner?"

Andrew came to him for dinner.

"No, I have food."

Zhou Cheng refused, pushed the door open and walked into the house. He opened the bag as soon as he sat down. The dumplings were still hot. They were his favorite white and plump Yuanbao dumplings, which looked very solid and heavy.

The bag also contains soy sauce, vinegar and chili oil, which is very thoughtful.

He picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and took a bite of half. It had his favorite shepherd's purse and meat flavor, with less meat than vegetables and no onions. It was very fresh and light. Everything was perfect except that it didn't taste like his mom's.

Zhou Cheng ate three dumplings in a row. When he was about to pick up the fourth one, a blond head came over. It was Andrew. He stared at the dumplings curiously with blue eyes.

"City, what is this?"

"Dumplings are a delicacy from my hometown. Why don't you go and have some?"

Zhou Cheng blocked the dumplings with his hands; he didn't want to share them.

"You have so many dumplings, let's eat them together."

Andrew swallowed his saliva. It looked delicious. Zhou Cheng must be eating it with great relish.

"Teacher, these are not enough for me, please go out and eat."

"Don't you Chinese say that a teacher is like a father? You are so unfilial!"

Andrew unceremoniously pulled out a fork from his pocket. He always carried a fork and a spoon with him and never used their cutlery when he went to a restaurant.

He picked up a dumpling and dipped it in chili oil. He likes spicy food and fell in love with the pungent taste the first time he tasted chili oil.