Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

Zhuo Fu nodded slightly and replied in a low voice: "yes, they only took a small part of the content from Er Fang, but those were originally written in the ingredient list, so it doesn't matter. They didn't have a clear understanding of our Chinese herbal medicine plants, and they couldn't come up with anything just by studying those ingredients..."

There is no lack of irony in Zhuo Fu's words.

"That's good..." Xia Chu Qi was relieved and said to Zhuo Fu: "there are too many bad things done by the mantening family. At the beginning, they did a lot of bad things to deal with Feng's family, but I never thought that they even harmed my mother and uncle. I've written down this hatred. I'll deal with them together with Feng Xun!"

Zhuo's father nodded and showed a happy smile: "I'm old. I tried my best to keep Zhuo's recipe and pass it on. I can't do anything else. I need to give it to your descendants to do it!"

"Uncle, thank you for telling me the truth." At the seventh day of the summer, after a pause, he pointed to the photo in his hand and asked Zhuo's father, "this photo, can you leave me one?"

Zhuo's father took a look at the photo in her hand and found that what she wanted was not the group photo of a family of four. Instead, it was the group photo of Zhuo's second room and the mantening family. It was a bit of a surprise.

"I thought you would want to leave a picture of your mother..." Zhuo Fu said with a smile.

"I know that group photo is very precious. It's full of your uncle's relatives. You can also think of it as a memory if you stay here!" Xia Chu Qi explained with a smile.

"Yes, leave a read to think..." Zhuo's father nodded and sighed. His mind seemed to float away, but he just kept silent for a moment, and said to the seventh day of the summer: "except for the group photo of a family of four, it's useless for me to keep these photos. If you take them, you can take them all!"

"Thank you, uncle!" On the seventh day of the summer, she was not polite. She accepted all the photos directly. She would not take the photos to confront the old man of the mantenin family, but she still had a choice to ask!

Feng Xun sees that she has taken these photos and guesses her intention vaguely. He just pats her on the shoulder and doesn't say much.

"By the way, uncle, brother Yihang told me before that, in fact, the last part of the formula, and the most important part, is in my mother?"

Summer seven put good photos, think of this matter, quickly asked to Zhuo father.

She didn't hear her mother mention it, and since she didn't know her life experience, I'm afraid she didn't know what formula she had left!

So the old man who adopted his mother, Cole, will find the final formula and hide it?

"Yes, my parents, your grandparents, told me this before they died."

Zhuo's father nodded and said in a quiet tone: "they said that they were worried that someone might covet the formula, so they hid the most important part and put it in the longevity lock made for your mother's first year. In this way, no one can find it. When your mother comes of age, she can take it down and take charge of the whole Zhuo family with the complete formula."

"Long life lock?" At the beginning of summer, his eyes narrowed slightly. He turned his head and thought carefully for a moment. He shook his head and said, "I remember sorting out my mother's relics. It seems that there is no such thing..."

"Xiaoqi, are you sure you didn't miss it?" Zhuo Yihang, who didn't speak much, couldn't help asking.

"Should not miss, I sort out the remains of my mother, almost all of her adult things, no childhood..." early summer seven shook his head, reluctantly replied.

Hearing the speech, Zhuo Yihang couldn't hide his disappointment. His father had expected this result for a long time. He said with a wry smile: "it's not surprising that she didn't have it. After all, it's been so many years. At the beginning, we all thought that Shanshan was torn up, and the long life lock would be picked up and sold by the thieves. After all, it was made of pure silver... Later, we knew that Shanshan survived, but the process was tortuous, She's a little girl outside with such a long life lock. I'm afraid she'll be robbed, too! "

"Dad, if that's the case, wouldn't the last recipe of our Zhuo family be lost?" Zhuo Yihang asked with regret.

"Maybe it's also God's will..." Zhuo's father sighed, saw everyone look a little sad, and then laughed and comforted: "fortunately, our Zhuo family is also a big family. There are many traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions left by our ancestors. Without this final formula, there is only one good medicine that can't be matched, and other prescriptions can be enough to support the family!"

On the seventh day of the summer, when Zhuo's father said this, he felt a little sad. If his mother knew about it, she would probably blame herself and feel sad

"Maybe the long life lock hasn't been lost..." at the beginning of the summer, seven slowly opened his mouth, Zhuo Yihang suddenly stared in surprise, and Zhuo's father sat up straight: "Xiaoqi, do you have eyes?"

Facing the expectant eyes of Zhuo's father and son, the seventh day of the summer didn't dare to make them have too much expectation, so they just said with a smile: "I will try my best to find such a long-life lock as my uncle said. Maybe there will be a surprise in the end!"

"Xiao Qi, please!" Zhuo's father was moved to say that Zhuo Yihang had a pale face, but also added a bit of ruddy color.

"But uncle, can you roughly draw the shape of the long life lock, otherwise I don't have any clue..." the seventh day of the summer suggested tentatively.

Zhuo's father nodded happily, and immediately asked Zhuo Yihang to bring a pen and paper. After a few strokes in front of Feng Xun on the seventh day of the summer, he drew the shape of a long life lock, and the painting was very solid.

Looking at the long life lock he drew, he could not help but marvel at the seventh day of the summer and said: "uncle, you are so good at painting..."

"It's just some superficial Kung Fu, not worth mentioning!" Zhuo's father said with a faint smile, and gave the painting to the seventh day of the summer.

"Xiao Qi, you probably don't know that my father likes painting very much. He often talked with the young talented painter Darren several times in those years..." Zhuo Yihang said with a smile.

"Darren?" Xia Qiqi and Feng Xun look at each other. They exchange a tacit look and ask in one voice, "is it the artist Darren who became famous at a young age and then disappeared?"

To be exact, what they want to ask is Darren, Feng Xun's mother's lover!

"Yes, that's him..." father Zhuo nodded slightly and replied with a smile, "he was very talented. His paintings and carvings were superb, but it's a pity that something like that happened later..."