"Yes, Master Master." Wang Huachi replied respectfully, bowing his head.
Qin Hao's surprise was no less than when Wang Huachi knew that Qin Hao was his master uncle. He did have a rough guess that there was some connection between Wang Huachi and him, but he never expected that he would do so out of thin air. Two nephews came out, and one was Xiang Yuntian.
"Does Sister Shan know this?" Qin Hao asked softly.
Wang Huachi shook his head: "Shanshan doesn't know the relationship between me and Junior Brother Xiang, and I never told her. I only told her that Junior Brother Xiang and I are good brothers who have known each other for eight years."
"Okay, this is best. The relationship between Xiang Yuntian and you and me ends here. You and I just know it in our hearts. There is no need to tell her in the future."
"I understand, Uncle Master. How should we deal with the murder of Junior Brother Xiang? You should know what Shanshan wants to do when he returns home." Wang Huachi hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
Qin Hao sighed: "Although Xiang and my nephew Xiang and I have never met, he is also from our sect after all. As the head of our sect, I will naturally handle it. You don't have to worry about Sister Shan. She’s my woman and I won’t let anyone hurt her.”
"Then I'm relieved." Wang Huachi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He has known Xiang Yuntian for a lifetime, and now the thing that worries him the most is Yunshan. Now that Qin Hao has appeared, he can finally feel more relaxed.
Regarding Xiang Yuntian, Qin Hao's original intention was just to help Yunshan, but now that he knows that there is such a connection between them, he has one more reason to act.
Next, Wang Huachi consulted Qin Hao on some questions about traditional Chinese medicine. Most of these were unsolvable problems that he had encountered before, but in front of Qin Hao, he came up with them and answered them at will, which made him suddenly enlightened. Qin Hao, the head master's uncle, admired him to the extreme.
The time soon reached noon, but Wang Huachi didn't notice it at all. He was still asking this and that. At this moment, an old woman about his age knocked on the study door and walked in.
"Old Wang, I know you feel sorry for Shanshan, but this is the first time Shanshan brings Xiao Qin to your door, so you can't ask less questions? Come out to eat quickly, Shanshan is already serving food."
As soon as the old woman spoke, Wang Huachi woke up immediately with a panic look on his face. He quickly stood up and glared at her. Then he apologized to Qin Hao and said with an apologetic smile: "Uncle Master, this is my wife Han Xuefen. She doesn't know your identity. Therefore, I apologize for my unbridled speech and lack of respect for etiquette..."
After saying that, he looked at Han Xuefen who was standing at the door in a daze, and shouted softly: "Xuefen, what are you doing standing still? This is my master uncle, from my father's generation. How can you call me Xiao Qin? , big or small, why don’t you hurry up and apologize to the master uncle!”
"Old Wang, what is going on? Isn't this the boyfriend Shanshan brought? How..." Han Xuefen was even more confused and had no idea what was going on. If Wang Huachi hadn't been glaring at her with a red face and thick neck, speaking clearly and clearly, she would have suspected that her husband had some kind of dementia and was confused.
After all, they were also old men and women in their sixties and seventies. They actually called a young man in his early twenties uncle and apologized to him. Han Xuefen found it a bit unacceptable.
Qin Hao was also very embarrassed by the mutual glares between the two old men. He hurriedly smoothed things over and said with a smile: "Old Wang, I have to say something to you. What era are we in? It's the 21st century, anyway. You are also a university professor and hospital director, why do you still behave like a feudal society? The relationship between our teachers is between us and has nothing to do with our families. So, considering my age, it is very correct to call me Xiao Qin. Yes, please stop looking for trouble."
"How can this be done? Uncle Master, Xuefen is my lover, and she is half of our group. Of course, we must pay attention to the title..." Wang Huachi quit immediately. He was an old Chinese medicine doctor, and his thoughts tended to be traditional. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so pleased with Qin Hao’s decent robe when I first met him. It is precisely because of this that he attaches great importance to the etiquette and rules of his master.
Furthermore, he is also a little selfish. He calls Qin Hao the master uncle here, but his wife calls him Xiao Qin. This makes him feel that his seniority is invisibly lower than the boss in front of his wife. .
Qin Hao was speechless for a while. He finally understood that when dealing with an old man like Wang Huachi who had the potential to be a stubborn old man, sometimes the truth may not work, and hard work must be done.
His face suddenly became serious, and he deliberately asked with a hint of anger: "Old Wang, who is the leader, or am I? Are you the master uncle or am I the master uncle?"
"Of course it's you..." As soon as Qin Hao got angry, Wang Huachi immediately became scared and said with a red face.
"Well, since I am the master master, do you have to listen to what I say?" Qin Hao began to set a trap.
Wang Huachi was not stupid either. He understood what Qin Hao was going to say next and quickly said, "You must listen, but the rules and etiquette must not be messed up. Master Master..."
Qin Hao smiled slightly: "Just listen, don't make those excuses! Besides, you don't even listen to me, the master master, and you talk about rules and etiquette? I tell you, from now on, not only your lover, Even you, don’t always talk about the master master and master master uncle. After all, I am as good-looking as a tree, handsome, and a handsome young man. It’s better for you. An old man calls me master master uncle outside. How old should I be?"
"This..." Wang Huachi began to hesitate.
Qin Hao waved his hand impatiently: "Stop this and that, we've decided like this, and that's how we'll do it from now on. If you don't feel comfortable calling me, just call me Mr. Qin when we meet in the future. That's okay."
"Yes, Mr. Qin." Wang Huachi thought for a while and had to compromise.
Han Xuefen on the side was even more confused by Qin Hao and Wang Huachi, and asked full of doubts: "I said, should you two explain the current situation to me? What is going on? I Why can’t you understand it at all?”
Qin Hao was afraid that Wang Huachi would talk too much again, so he quickly explained: "Dean Wang and I have some connections. His father and I are brothers in the same sect, so according to seniority, he has to call me Uncle Master. But now the new The times have changed and there are not so many old etiquettes, so I asked him to change his name a little. You don’t have to worry about this, it’s just the same as before, Xiao Qin, Qin Hao, you can call him whatever you want."
Han Xuefen also had a certain understanding of the affairs of her husband and father-in-law, after all, they had been her bedfellows for decades. But what she didn't expect was that her life was almost over, and her husband would turn out to be a master uncle in his early twenties, who was the same generation as her father-in-law. She was really speechless.
Moreover, she also knows that her husband's sect is actually a bit of a charlatan. Her father-in-law used to be a charlatan, and he used talismans or other magical instruments to feng shui. At that time, she just thought that her father-in-law was old, and it was normal to believe in ghosts, gods, and feudalism. She regarded it as a kind of belief, did not object, and allowed her husband and father-in-law to do whatever they wanted.
However, just because she can tolerate it does not mean that she can accept it. Therefore, Han Xuefen is not too cold about Qin Hao, a master uncle who suddenly appears, but because of her husband's face, she is too lazy to say anything.
"Okay, what do I mean? It's so serious. It scares me. Let's go and eat quickly. Shanshan is probably waiting down there in a hurry."
PS: Tomorrow is November. Chuxin asks you to leave the basic flowers to Chuxin. This is the last month of the new book list for Chuxin, so I will have a small burst and ask for flowers on the first. . . . . . . . . . . . . . (To be continued)