Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

"Brother, your body is so strong, even if you catch the wind and cold, the first resistance will pass. As for you to run up the town in such a hurry?"

Mr. Zhong took a sip of tea and glanced at Mr. Xu.

Old man Xu smiled and said, "Isn't this my girl is still young? If I get sick, it will be a lot to suffer!"

"Brother, don't tell me!"

Grandpa Zhong suddenly raised his hand and looked at the table, "That little girl in your family is really a god. I have practiced medicine for so many years, and I haven't met a little baby like your girl. It has been a few months since I was born. Nothing wrong!"

When Mr. Xu heard the words, he smiled triumphantly and said, "That's right, my daughter is Fubao. You think I'm a fool!"

"Yes, yes, you are great!"

Mr. Zhong gave Mr. Xu a blank look, and said, "I can tell you that the sky is getting hotter and hotter. When you and your younger siblings are looking after Fubao's little girl, be careful not to be too cold."

"Understood, understood!"

Father Xu nodded sharply.

He naturally understood this matter.

After all, I had raised three miserable sons before, and there were not a few cases of diarrhea this summer. Nowadays, it is not only Mrs. Xu who has rich experience, but Mrs. Xu is also very impressed.

After chatting with Mr. Zhong for a while, Mr. Xu slowly left the hospital, strolled to his restaurant and walked over.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the door of the restaurant, he saw his brother-in-law, Zhao Bingzheng and Master Zhao Er, walking out of the inn opposite.

"I didn't read the almanac when I went out!"

Although Mr. Xu saw Zhao Bingzhen, he didn't mean to say hello.

He really has no affection for the Zhao family.

Even if Zhao Bingzhen had such an affectionate performance with him before, Mr. Xu still didn't wait to see the Zhao family.

"Master, shall we go yet?"

Zhao Rui followed Zhao Bingzhen, and saw Mr. Xu, so he whispered a question to Zhao Bingzhen.

Zhao Bingzhen smiled slightly and said, "Go, why not? I'm an elder, so should I avoid a junior?"

"You... just be stiff!"

Zhao Rui murmured, but on the face he followed Zhao Bingxuan respectfully.

The two moved forward, preparing to go to the Xu's restaurant opposite.

However, when the two walked to the middle of the road, a young man ran out of the Xu's restaurant and hung a sign on the door.

Our shop is closed!

Seeing this brand, Zhao Bingzhen's footsteps halted, and his smiling face, which was originally gentle and windy, sank in an instant.

"Master..."

Zhao Rui looked at his master, his expression also a little ugly.

This closed sign is obviously aimed at them.

"It's okay, go on!"

Zhao Bingzhen's voice sounded, and his footsteps resumed, with the goal still being Xu's restaurant.

Mr. Xu sat on the bench in the restaurant lobby, looking at the door. He didn't think that if the boy went out and put up a sign, he could block the Zhao family.

However, he still asked the boy to hang up the sign.

I just want to take this to show my attitude.

Even if the Zhao family took the opportunity to join the dragon boat race team in Lingshui Village, his attitude towards the Zhao family would not change much.

"hate me?"

Zhao Bingzhen entered the restaurant and walked straight to sit down opposite Mr. Xu.

"My mother said, don't hate, don't complain!"

Mr. Xu glanced at Zhao Bingzhen, and replied faintly.