Then, cut off the phone call and wash and chop vegetables skillfully.
At half past ten, Lingxi got up.
There was a clanging sound in the kitchen, and she walked to the door and took a look as if nothing had happened. There was tenderness in her eyes.
Suning turned around just in time, holding a spatula in his hand and saying hello: "Good morning, wife."
Lingxi pointed to the loose apron belt, stepped forward to help tie it, and said: "Your clothes and shoes are from last year. I will accompany you to the mall to buy some clothes in the afternoon."
"Mingzhu Kindergarten is the best private school in Kyoto. I helped Uncle Wang and his family choose a small villa with fine decoration. They can move in at any time."
"As for household registration, well, this is a difficult problem."
"You have to spend time running on both sides and work on some relationships. It shouldn't affect the start of school after the year."
Suning said "shamelessly": "If I have such a good wife, what more can I ask for?"
Lingxi scolded: "Cook well and don't fail to do your job every day."
While the two were talking, the roar of cars sounded in the yard.
Tang Jingyue hurried over and said, "Girl Ling, she is the patient who paid the deposit last month, and the headquarters failed to cure her."
Lingxi frowned slightly and said, "He?"
"Let him wait while I go change my clothes."
...
The visitors were a young couple in their early thirties.
The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful.
Driving a Mercedes-Benz worth more than one million means you are obviously either rich or expensive.
Tang Jingyue arranged for them to sit down on the sofa in the reception area and poured each of them a cup of tea.
The man's face was pale and his breathing was heavy.
It was obviously a cold winter day, but there was a lot of sweat on his forehead.
Fidgeting, legs shaking.
The woman looked worried and spoke softly.
One moment, she wiped the man's sweat, and the next, she reached out and gently stroked his back.
"Master Jingyue, please give me an accurate answer. Can my disease be cured?"
The man looked pained and said with tears in his eyes: "It doesn't matter how much you spend, as long as you tell the truth."
The woman echoed: "Yes, three million, five million, ten million, even if we lose everything, we will not hesitate."
Tang Jingyue couldn't help laughing and said: "It's just a disease, not as scary as you think."
"Since I, Kunlun, dare to take over, I will definitely cure you."
The woman looked around and said anxiously: "Master Lingxi, she..."
Tang Jingyue said calmly: "Girl Ling is preparing medicine for your husband, please be patient."
Suning finished frying the vegetarian vegetables, and the chicken soup was simmering in the pot.
With nothing to do, he sneaked to the second floor to wake up Pei Chuan and asked him to pick up Wang Changhou and his family from the headquarters.
The latter was sleepy-eyed and complained endlessly: "Suning, I beg you, can you argue with me?"
"I registered my name at the beginning of the year, but it's the end of the year and I still haven't gotten my driver's license."
"You say I am the number one idiot in Kunlun, but if you look at me, you are truly the number one."
Suning pulled hard, dragged Pei Chuan to get up and said, "Either you pick him up, or I throw the fragrant chicken stewed with mushrooms into the trash can."
