This pharmacist is not easy

City J.

On the day of Mr. He's birthday, because he was unwell and it was his intention, he didn't hold a big banquet. He just invited relatives and friends at home to have a small celebration.

After eating, everyone chatted and exchanged information about recent developments.

Chatting and chatting, some gossip is unavoidable, this one asks if your son has married a wife, and the other asks if your daughter is married, they are more concerned about other people's children's lifelong affairs than their own parents.

What He Bo is most impatient with is these women who question your privacy under the guise of being good for you, so he took the initiative to avoid going out, otherwise when he was asked, he would turn back with a cold face, and they would be quite embarrassed. He was thinking about their face.

It's also good to avoid them, lest they get married if they don't agree with each other.

On the contrary, his younger brother He Jun was able to get along like a fish in water among these gossiping women, coaxing them to laugh.

An aunt asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he smiled and said, "I am so handsome, and there are many girls chasing me, but there is no one I like, how about my aunt introduce one?"

He added: "It's best to have a good appearance, a good figure, and a good study. It's just right for me to be so handsome."

The aunt was already old, and she was still like a little girl and said coquettishly: "You are the only one who can be glib! Please, please, Auntie will find you a beautiful one, who must be in good shape and study well—"

He Jun laughed and said, "Thank you then!"

Bai Zhenfeng looked fondly at the younger son, but didn't notice that the elder son got up and left.

It was He Yinghe who saw it, but it was the old man's birthday after all, and it was hard for He Yinghe to speak ill of him in front of so many people, so he had to maintain a smiling face and chat with people.

In the evening, Mr. He unwrapped the birthday gift from his grandson. It was an ancient painting. He didn't think anything of it. Instead, he gave a few bags of things together to attract his attention.

It's really interesting that the grandson actually brought him food.

Mr. He took it apart and tasted it, and it was quite delicious. This is called Guyuan Paste.Although he is old, his teeth are still hard, so it is not difficult to chew Guyuan paste, just a bite.

Mr. He went to bed early, took a piece of Guyuan ointment, rinsed his mouth and rested.

When he got up early the next day, he felt less tired and more energetic.

When he went downstairs, the servants at home praised him for looking much better than yesterday.

"Really?" Mr. He was cheerful, thinking that it was the effect of the Guyuan ointment given by his grandson.

When the family was having breakfast, he seized the opportunity to ask his grandson: "Bo'er, the Guyuan ointment you sent is not bad, buy more and take home, you can also eat."

Bai Zhenfeng scooped up the porridge with a porcelain spoon, and asked doubtfully, "What Guyuan ointment?" He glanced at his son.

He Bo said with a calm expression, "It's nothing. You eat well, old man, then I'll order someone to buy it later." He ordered Yang Zhuo to mobilize his subordinates to snap up this Guyuan ointment, and it took some thought.

The son's indifference made Bai Zhenfeng's expression dark, as if he was a little sad.

He Yinghe frowned, and said in dissatisfaction: "Your mother asked you something, so can't you say a few more words?"

Bai Zhenfeng quickly persuaded: "Forget it." She didn't dare to really provoke He Bo, anyway, she has been used to it for so many years.Besides, they were bad parents back then, so it's no wonder their son was so indifferent.

But He Yinghe just couldn't understand He Bo's indifferent look, and wanted to say something.

Mr. He coughed and interrupted him, "Okay, it won't be good if the porridge is cold."

After He Bo finished eating, he said "I'm done eating", then got up and went to work.

He Yinghe was dissatisfied, but didn't say anything else.

He Jun kept quiet all the time, and only after He Yinghe finished eating and left did he wink at his second sister.

He Zhen twitched the corners of her mouth, not wanting to talk to him.

This scene at home is performed almost every day, and she is used to it.

A few days later, Mr. He suddenly announced a news to everyone—he was going to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to recuperate for a period of time, and he would come back when he recovered.

He Bo on the side didn't look surprised at all, he knew it beforehand.

That day, Mr. He curiously asked him about Guyuan Paste, and He Bo told him that it was made by the grandson of an old friend of his.

old friend?who is it?

Mr. He has many old friends, so he asked which old friend it was.

"Grandpa Qiu, his grandson Qiu Yi made it."

Mr. He suddenly realized, and then sighed with nostalgia on his face: "Your Grandpa Qiu passed away for many years, and now his grandson inherits his mantle, I will be pleased if you know."

He Bo pretended to be unintentional and said, "We seem to have a house in Shangxi Village?"

Mr. He thought for a while, and said: "Yes, you still remember... I took you to recuperate, and then bought it. It seems to be a small bungalow? I don't know how it is now, so I want to go and see it ... That house is not far from your grandfather Qiu's house, quite close."

He Bo said, "Why don't you revisit your old place? Recently, the smog in J city is severe, and the air pollution index is high. It doesn't seem to be good for your health..."

Mr. He is a fine man, he didn't know that his grandson was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking, so he smiled at Mimi and said, "You miss your little playmate, don't you? Well, the smog is also annoying recently, so I will Go and relax. You must clean and repair the house, otherwise I won't be able to live in it."

He Bo gladly accepted the order.

So, after a while, Qiu Yi found that not far from his own house, someone suddenly came in and out of a small one-story house. Those people seemed to be cleaning and tidying up the house, and bought a lot of new furniture.

One morning, when Qiu Yi took Xiao Shan out for a walk to get a breath of fresh air, he passed by the door of the house and found that a person had already lived there, and that person was doing Tai Chi—he had silver hair all over his hair, and he was combing a big With his hair back, neat clothes, he looks more majestic, he is a hale and hearty old man - this is Mr. He who came to Shangxi Village to maintain his health.

After seeing Mr. He, Qiu Yi didn't expect that he would come to visit him in the afternoon.

Facing an elderly grandfather, Qiu Yi couldn't turn him away, so he had no choice but to invite him in.

Fortunately, Mr. He and his grandfather were old friends, and he was not surprised by the medicinal herbs that were drying in the yard, so he cut to the chase and said, "Xiao Yi, do you still remember me?"

Qiu Yi was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to be an old friend.It's just that when he met the other party at that time, he was still young, and his memory was not deep, so he couldn't remember it all at once.

So he said confusedly: "You are..."

Mr. He smiled and said, "I am your Grandpa He. I met you when I was young, don't you remember?"

Grandpa He?

Qiu Yi tried hard to recall, as if... seemed to have a little impression... but it was still vague.

Mr. He was not in a hurry, and reminded again: "At that time, I brought my grandson to your grandfather to see a doctor. We lived for a while, and you liked playing with my grandson the most. The two were almost inseparable. When we left, you still cried I was clamoring not to let my grandson go, but I was sad..."

Is there...is there?

Qiu Yi was suddenly a little shy, his face and ears were red, but he believed Mr. He's words inexplicably.

"My grandson's name is He Bo, you like to call him Brother Bo..."

"Back then, you were so close, you ate and slept together, and even took a shower together..."

"If it wasn't for your grandfather's refusal, I would have brought you home..."

"Your grandfather is more than [-] years older than me, just like my elder brother... Well, time is not forgiving. Since that farewell, I haven't seen your grandfather, and he has been gone for so many years..."

Mr. He sighed, and then said: "Speaking of which, you met my grandson a few months ago, and you saved his life!"

Qiu Yi was taken aback, a few months ago?And saved a life?

Could it be... that poisoning incident?

Since it is a grandson, it is a man, and Zhao Yi can rule it out.

Zhang Junhai is also ruled out, so the rest is...

Qiu Yi's face flushed again, he suddenly remembered something indescribable, his thoughts were really too impure... So that handsome man was his brother Bo when he was a child?

Oops, it feels weird to think about it...

He Bo, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed, and his assistant Yang Zhuo asked with concern: "Boss, do you have a cold? Do you need to buy cold medicine for you?"

He Bo waved his hand and said no, it's not a cold.

Yang Zhuo joked with a smile: "That means someone misses you."

He Bo frowned, and then thoughtfully, the lines of his face instantly softened a lot.

Yang Zhuo looked at him in surprise, he didn't dare to ask anything, he just muttered in his heart: The boss who seems to be frigid will actually miss spring, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!

Back to Qiu Yi's side, Mr. He looks very dignified, but he is actually a very easy-going old man, and they got to know each other within two days.

After getting acquainted, Mr. He often went to Qiu Yi's side, and occasionally helped him watch the fire. When the firewood was almost finished, he would pick up new ones and put them in. His technique was skillful.

Qiu Yi was not afraid of Mr. He watching, after all, the real key was dispensing the medicine, and he did all these tasks while the other party was away, locked in the room alone.

So in front of Mr. He, he is just a person who went to the town to buy a bunch of medicinal materials, and then processed and made various things by himself to sell on Taobao.

Mr. He would also help Qiu Yi pick up duck eggs, and then put them in the duck egg basket.Seeing a basket full of duck eggs, he suggested salting duck eggs.

Qiu Yi agreed without thinking too much.

So while going to the town to buy vegetables, Qiu Yi bought back a large bag of coarse salt.

The method is very simple, first prepare a container - there is a jar in his house, wash it and use it; then boil the coarse salt and water that you bought until it melts, wait for it to cool; finally put the duck eggs into the jar , pour in the brine, and cover with a lid to seal.

It can be eaten after waiting for twenty days.If you want it saltier, you can marinate it longer.

Every day when Mr. He comes over, he always takes a few glances at the jar, silently counting the days in his heart.

Because the family members were worried, Mr. He came with a nanny, who was usually responsible for buying vegetables, cooking and washing clothes for him.

But since he had a meal at Qiu Yi's house, Mr. He didn't need a nanny to cook. He spent three meals a day at Qiu Yi's house.

Qiu Yi had no objection, but Xiao Shan was very dissatisfied.

For Mr. He's arrival, the two big white ducks were vigilant except when they first met-it didn't matter after they got acquainted, but Xiao Shan was always vigilant.

After all, in his little heart, this is an enemy that will grab food from it.