Lu Fuqing's eyes appeared dull.

"Okay, okay, the meal that the young master cooked by himself, I can taste it in my own mouth in my life, so I will die without regrets."

Lu Fan looked at Lu Fuqing as happy as a child, sighed silently, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

Four dishes and two soups are the most common home-cooked dishes.

There are three dishes that Lu Fuqing has made, and the last dish of sweet and sour pork ribs and crucian carp soup was made by Lu Fan himself.

In the small yard behind the clinic, the two men surrounded a simple wooden table, blew the cool breeze of midsummer evening, and Lu Fuqing also opened a bottle of Maotai for the first time. The two men filled a cup of two cents in front of each, and the two men started to eat while drinking.

"I didn't expect that the young master's skills are so good. The taste of sweet and sour pork ribs is nothing more than that even the chef of Shangjing Hotel cooks himself." Lu Fuqing praised.

Lu Fan smiled, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Lu Fuqing, "This is the first time I have had a meal with Mr. Lu, and it feels pretty good."

Lu Fan was very satisfied and added a bowl of rice. Lu Fuqing drank two taels of wine and said that he usually didn't eat much at night, just watch Lu Fan eat.

Lu Fan ate two more bowls of vegetables and drank a bowl of crucian carp soup, and then he put down his chopsticks with satisfaction.

"Okay, I'm full, go to the study with me."

Lu Fuqing stopped Lu Fan from cleaning up the dishes and asked him to put the things here first, get up and walk back.

"Okay." Lu Fan agreed.

The so-called study room is actually Lu Fuqing's bedroom.

The area is not small, hundreds of square meters, which is larger than the area of ​​the clinic, but there is only a simple wooden bed in the innermost corner, with gray bedding rolled on it. The other ranges are occupied by a full of bookshelf, which are filled with books of different colors and sizes.

There is the Southern Song Dynasty's lonely version of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases", the hand-copied version of "Difficult Classics" in the Tang Dynasty, the Shennong Bencao Classics, the Huangdi Neijing, the general history of the development of Western medicine, and some ancient unpopular and niche Chinese medicine classics... Rather than saying that this is a study, it is a microcosm of the development history of Chinese traditional medicine.

What made Lu Fan sigh most was that Lu Fuqing was not the kind of artful and elegant person who deliberately bought the books he bought at home in order to show his profound medical skills to outsiders. He was a real great doctor. He read every book he wrote this book dozens of times, and he memorized it like a stream. He even made a lot of annotations in it and hundreds of thought notes.

The reason why Lu Fuqing gave up the position of the Lu family's butler and came to Nandu with Lu Fan, in addition to his feelings with Lu Fan and his entrustion, was because he felt that there were too many secular things that made him neglect these "old friends" who had been with him for the rest of his life.

This was the first time Lu Fan had been in Lu Fuqing's bedroom since he was a child. He looked at the books that occupied three walls with shock, and reached out to get a book called "Lingshu Jing" in the bookshelf.

"This book has been circulated for more than 700 years and is extremely fragile." Lu Fuqing said behind him.

Lu Fan quickly stopped and looked at him a little apologetically.

"I copied all these ancient books, for fear that I could not help but flip them. Then I would have no place to search for them." Lu Fuqing stared at the thread-coated ancient books on the bookshelf, his eyes full of nostalgia.

This kind of look can only be seen by ordinary people when they see beautiful women and houses.

"If possible, I want to pay for a museum to collect good prescriptions for traditional Chinese medicine in the world for people to admire." Lu Fan said.

"Books are for use, not for reading."

Lu Fuqing said meaningfully, turned around and sat down on the wooden bench, looked at Lu Fan and said, "Are you planning to make friends with Yan Qing?"

"I don't have this plan." Lu Fan shook his head and smiled, "I just take advantage of each other's power for the time being. I can't rush into each other's house directly, pull the person to the door and beat him up, and let someone kneel down and beg for mercy, right?"

Lu Fuqing pondered and said, "Has that person been found?"

"Finished." Lu Fan said.

"Who is it?" Lu Fuqing said coldly with a sharp look on his face.

Lu Fan knew the temper of this old housekeeper. If he knew who the enemy was, he would definitely use all his strength to crush the other party. He has been treating himself like this since he was a child and would not see himself bullied.

"Old Lu, let me do this." Lu Fan said with a smile, "I'm too incompetent to find you, an old man, to stand up for everything?"

"Be careful." Lu Fuqing reminded, "It's not like before."

"I understand." Lu Fan agreed.
Chapter completed!