t What did I say wrong! You got married and didn't even share any food with us. I'm just coming to get some myself, what's the matter Quickly tell that dead girl to bring me some porridge, my husband...This is a very typical Taoist meditation posture.

"Master Dao... are you cultivating immortality" Ning Yuan twitched the corner of her lips and couldn't help but make a joke.

No wonder the bed is so big, it turns out someone went to practice cultivating immortals in the corner of the wall, leaving both bed boards for her.

Rong Zhaonan opened his eyes, his gaze as cold and clear as glazed glass, though there was a slight bruise under his eyes.

He said coldly, "This feudal superstition, can you just say it out of your mouth Ning Yuan, don't you have any ideological awareness!"

Ning Yuan: “......Oh, I was wrong. You were thinking about Marxist philosophy against the wall.”

This person ate bullets! They're so fired up this early in the morning, they just start barking at people.

Róng Zhāonán didn't bother to look at her. He skillfully rolled over and jumped out of bed to wash up.

One whole night without sleep, the only way to survive is to meditate. Where does such good temper come from He didn't strangle the scribbled rabbit that was pressing down on him in bed. It's all thanks to his cultivation.

Ning Yuan scratched her messy hair and mumbled, "This Rong Da Lao should learn to practice military boxing." As she got out of bed.

How come you're sitting cross-legged like in a wuxia novel Didn't you learn martial arts from some Taoist master somewhere

After both of them finished washing up and went their separate ways, Ning Yuan felt that Rong Zhaonan's back still held a hint of resentment.

Ning Yuan only felt like a monk who couldn't figure out what was going on, completely unsure why the other party was angry.

After work in the evening, I went to have dinner at Lao Tang and Xia Ah Po's place.

Xia A Po heard her complaints and didn't take them to heart: "Oh, just like women, men sometimes have a few days every month when they are irritable and on edge."

Ning Yuan felt that she had broadened her horizons and humbly asked, "Is that so Men have their periods"

How come she's never heard of it

Xia A-po put the stir-fried greens on the table and said, "Men's that is called lunar essence. For example, if you are concentrating on your studies, he looks at you, his essence has nowhere to vent, so it becomes lunar essence. I'll give you a recipe, you make him a few batches of regulating menstrual medicine, clear the heat and dredge it."

Ning Yuan's face flushed red as she muttered, " ... As if you old man would even know how to prescribe medicine."

I don't believe you, you old hag. You're so bad, spitting out dirty jokes all the time! What kind of well-educated woman would do that!

It's clearly the Tang family who are the hereditary lineage of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Old Master Tang wiped his new glasses, which Ning Yuan had bought for him, with loving care while he replied, “Your grandmother's words are not without reason.”

Ningyuan: "Ah"

Can this nonsensical joke even make sense

Old Man Tang leaned on the edge of a broken mirror, wearing his spectacles and said: "After we were married, she became my father's disciple, and, she learned better than me. Back then, Tang's Pharmacy was all over Nanyang, and it was her who managed everything."

Ning Yuan stared in astonishment at Lao Tai Xia, "What The yellow weasel's landlady is actually better than Mr. Tang, the scholar, in traditional Chinese medicine!"

Xia A-po rolled her eyes and decided to give the clueless little girl a lesson: “The *Classic of Internal Medicine* says—— ‘The essence is the root of life. The kidneys store essence, which includes both prenatal essence and postnatal essence. Both men and women have it; yin and yang must be in harmony’...”

"What do you mean by 'yin and yang harmony'" A cool, faint voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

Ning Yuan turned her head and saw Rong ZhaoNan carrying two fish into the room.

She burst into a flustered laugh, realizing she shouldn't have said that out loud. "Well, you're here! I'll go get some food."

Saying that, she hurriedly got up, wiped her hands and walked past Rong Zhaonan to serve the food.

Tang Lao's glasses flashed with a gleam as he greeted Rong Zhaonan: "Xiaonan, come to the courtyard and help me take a look at the fence."

Rong Zhaonan nodded, put down the fish, and followed Lao Tang out.

When they reached the courtyard, Old Tang suddenly pulled out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket and asked, "Xiao Nan, you should be recovering well enough to go back to work soon. Are you planning to return to Beijing"

Rong Zhaonan took a glance. It was the largest-circulation newspaper in the country, "Renri." On the top of the front page, he saw his father's name.

He lowered his eyelashes, hiding the gloom in his eyes: "What's mine is mine to take back."

Tang Lao is a very perceptive person; he wouldn't have thought he could keep it from him.

Tang Lao asked, "About when will you leave"

"In a while, I still have some things to investigate."

Tang Lao glanced at Ning Yuan: "Will you take Ning Yuan back to the capital city"

He had seen male educated youths who had come from the countryside return to the city before and never came back to pick up their wives.

Those women, they can't go anywhere. They don't even know their husbands' addresses.

Róng Zhàonán hesitated for a moment, then calmly said: “I won’t.”ve the energy - going into town to sell cured pork, and out of town to fight.Rong Zhaonan watched the girl sprawled half-reclining on the windowsill. He turned and poured her a glass of water.Ning Yua...