The next morning, Ye Fan got up early and ran around the garden for three laps, both for morning exercises and familiar with the environment.
He only found out at this time that the name of the garden was Wangzi, which shows Zhao Mingyue's deep longing for her son.
After exercising, he ran back to the hall, preparing to make some Chinese medicine for Zhao Mingyue, and take advantage of her condition to further strengthen her foundation and cultivate her.
But as soon as he walked into the dining room, he smelled a scent. When he looked at it, he couldn't help but be surprised.
There were more than a dozen snacks, pastries, buns, hot porridge, soy milk, milk, everything was hot, and it seemed to be just released.
Then, he saw Zhao Mingyue coming out with freshly prepared corn juice, and she was humming a pop song:
"I am still the boy I used to be, without any change..."
The woman tied up and changed into white clothes. Not only did she sweep away the sadness and sorrow, but she became capable and light, but she also felt a little more refreshed.
Zhao Mingyue seemed to have completely changed.
"Ye Fan, are you back?"
"Hurry, wash your hands and eat breakfast. Mom doesn't know what you like to eat, so she made a little breakfast that you can make."
"Do you drink corn juice? Mom pour you a glass."
Seeing Ye Fan appear, Zhao Mingyue became even more energetic. While urging Ye Fan to wash his hands, she poured Ye Fan a cup of corn juice.
"Mom...Madam..."
Seeing Zhao Mingyue like this, Ye Fan had a headache: "I'm sorry."
Judging from her complexion and actions, Zhao Mingyue should have been much better, but seeing that she was getting more and more her son, he felt that Zhao Mingyue was terminally ill.
"I have a lot of appetite and everything is OK."
He also whispered: "Thank you... Mom..."
"Silly kids, we are mother and son. Why do we say these misunderstandings?"
Zhao Mingyue rushed Ye Fan to wash his hands, then took a plate, placed it in Ye Fan's position, and then put food on it.
Ye Fan was startled when he came out of the kitchen, and the breakfast in the plate was piled up like a mountain.
"Try it quickly. Mom hasn't cooked for more than 20 years, and I don't know if the skills have deteriorated."
"If you like to eat, tell your mother, and she will make it for you."
"Mom has nothing now, she just has a lot of time and can be with you."
Zhao Mingyue also pulled over a chair and sat in front of Ye Fan, but she did not move her chopsticks, but instead looked at Ye Fan with her head.
The eyes were indescribable and clear and soft, and it seemed that they could not see enough Ye Fan.
"Thank you, madam."
Ye Fan felt very stressed, but he still smiled, broke a bun and took a bite.
He tastes very good now, if there are ten stars, he can at least score seven stars.
I haven't cooked for so many years, and once I get familiar with it, I can reach this level. It can be seen that Zhao Mingyue has a very good cooking talent.
Ye Fan sincerely praised: "It's very good, the flour is in place, the minced meat is fresh and smooth, which is better than the chefs of five-star hotels."
Hearing this sentence, Zhao Mingyue smiled happily, bright and beautiful.
Then she took out a tissue and gently wiped the juice from Ye Fan's mouth:
"Eat more if you like it."
Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart, just like the days when he was taken care of by Shen Biqin when he was a child.
How long has it been since I had a good breakfast like this? How long has it been since I had not enjoyed this warm time?
He remembered the days of being a son-in-law, the drifting away, and a helplessness of growing up flashed across his eyes.
Ye Fan likes this ordinary happiness and is also greedy for such scenes. It’s a pity that the reunion of family and friends has gradually become a luxury.
This also made him hope to solve the problem and run back to Jin Zhilin to be a young doctor.
"Ye Fan, I heard that you are the number one envoy of the Martial Alliance? Jiu Qiansui is very good to you?"
"Ye Fan, you defeated the provocation of the Blood Medical School and became a national sage. Why didn't you enter the National Medical Hall?"
"I heard that you became someone's son-in-law in order to raise money for your adoptive mother. You are really filial to your children."
"You have been divorced for so long, why haven't you found another partner? Is there a beloved woman? Do you want your mother to introduce you to me?"
"Do you still remember what happened when you were a child? Can you tell me about it?"
While Ye Fan was having breakfast, Zhao Mingyue tilted her head and looked at Ye Fan, while asking about hundreds of thousands of questions.
In fact, she had already understood Ye Fan's affairs clearly, but she still wanted to listen to Ye Fan's story so that she could participate in his past memories.
Although Ye Fan was helpless and felt that it was too long to talk about it, he probably couldn't finish it for a whole morning, but for Zhao Mingyue's condition, he responded patiently.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Mingyue even more praised her. She had seen too many conspiracies and tricks and liked her son's kindness very much.
This also made her more determined to protect Ye Fan who had been lost and regained.
The two chatted for several hours, and it was not until ten o'clock that Zhao Mingyue was satisfied to clean up the dishes.
She didn't let the servant do it, so she washed the dishes herself, then ran back to the room to change clothes, and prepared to go out for a walk with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan stayed in the dining room to buffer his round belly.
"Woo--"
At this moment, a car roar suddenly sounded in the garden, and then an extended Hummer crossed the door.
The car door opened, and a huge figure appeared, muttering:
"Let that doctor get out for me, that's the one named Ye Fan, get out for me quickly."
"Why should he be my mother's son, and why should he be brothers to me?"
"He must have fooled me while my mother was seriously ill."
"Come out, come out, I want to compete with him, I want to let him know that I am my mother's son."
The visitor was full of momentum: "Ye Fan, get out of here."
Ye Fan was slightly stunned and looked at him with a gathering eyes.
I saw a young man in his twenties walking into the hall.
He was 1.8 meters tall, more than 200 kilograms, and had a pair of wind-catching ears. His left leg seemed to be lame, and he walked swaying.
He also had a male chicken head combed, making him look like a proud cock.
The most dazzling thing is that the fat man wears gold or jade on his neck, ears and wrists.
He was still holding a white fan in his hand.
Seeing him, Ye Fan easily remembered the unscrupulous and evil young masters in film and television.
However, Ye Fan's eyes quickly moved away from his face, and instead stared at the emerald on his left thumb.
"Ye Fan, come out, come out for me."
The young fat man pulled open the collar of Armani's clothing and shouted at the hall, then locked Ye Fan in the dining room with one glance.
He rushed over with a quick step, stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "Are you Ye Fan? Is it the quack doctor who fooled my mother to recognize you as her son?"
Ye Fan asked curiously: "Who are you?"
"Who is this young master?"
The fat man opened the white fan with a snap and snorted proudly: "I am the most beautiful boy on this street, Ye Tianci!"
Ye Fan was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that this was the adopted son of the Ye family.
He thought that even if Ye Tianci did not have the talent and strategy of Ye Jincheng, he should have the shrewdness of a rich family, but this guy looked like a totally upstart.
"You are Ye Fan, right?"
Ye Tianci smiled and walked forward without laughing, stretched out his hand and shook it at Ye Fan: "Shake your hand and get to know him."
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, but he still held it. Of course, he was wary of something to avoid this fat man's difficulty.
"ah--"
As soon as he held his hands, Ye Tianci screamed and fell to the ground and rolled on the ground with a thump.
He shouted like a pig killer: "Oh, oh, my hand is broken, mom, Ye Fan bullies me..."