Laid-off Judge Reemployment

"Lu Han, don't be impulsive, you and I both know what will happen when you are impulsive."

Zhang Tingshu seemed very tired, and waved his hand, motioning for Zhang Xuewen to step back, and the latter crawled out of the room.

"After what happened last time, I have already admonished him. He will definitely not do anything about the Arhat's bed."

"Ah."

Lu Han let out a smirk of dissatisfaction, that spoiled little son who was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the patriarch, is the admonition really useful?

"You don't have to doubt that in the Zhang family outside the customs, I am not only their old man and acting patriarch, but also an existence similar to a god."

Zhang Tingshu's expression was a bit conceited, and he lowered his eyes to examine his fair and slender fingers. The skin on his hands was smooth and firm, showing the youth that had never faded for hundreds of years.

"Lu Han, you are right. I also have people who care about me and make chaos. Even I care about Zhang Shu no less than you. But you and I both know that the more you value someone, the less you want him to get involved with you. The darkest part of the realm, isn't it?"

"..."

Lu Han stopped talking. Zhang Tingshu was right, but he still couldn't fully believe him. After all, he was a civil servant. Compared with the straightforwardness of military commanders, playing with people's hearts is a game they enjoy every day in the court.

"I will not let Zhang Shu's line be cut off, Lu Han, you and I have the same goal, there is no need to doubt each other."

Zhang Tingshu reached out and picked up the auction catalog on the desk, and carefully identified the Arhat bed.

"Karma Temple possession?"

He glanced at Lu Han, and the suggestion he gave was obvious.

……

Holding a bundle of onions and braided garlic, Lu Han slipped into Zhang's residence with devilish steps. As soon as he arrived at the waiter, Zhang Shu's voice sounded from behind.

"where did you go?"

"Forehead……"

Lu Han had a bad premonition. He put the onion and garlic on the ground, turned his head back with a hunched back, and slightly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, like a little daughter-in-law who has been troubled by domestic violence for a long time, always turning around as if she would be beaten soon. over here.

Zhang Shu leaned against the door frame, with a long body and a posture of Shuiyue Guanyin, followed by the courgette who came back first, with broad beans in his arms, the little guy seemed to be cheering for Zhang Shu, and stared hoarsely with him.

"I have something to do with your old man."

Lu Han stood with his hands down, and replied honestly.

"Oh, by the way, when I passed by the entrance of the alley, I met Liu's mother and said that the nearby vegetable market was having a promotion, so I went to buy some green onions and garlic to prepare for the pot."

Zhang Shu waved to Hu Gua, who took the broad beans away knowingly and playfully, and went to play in the courtyard, leaving only the two of them in the tea room.

"Ordinary people will lie at this time." Zhang Shu said.

He skillfully took what Lu Han was holding, and even knew where in the tea room was specially used to store such vegetables.

"...?"

Lu Han looked at him in surprise. This young master is a model of not sticking to the spring water. Although he has lived in Zhang's house for so long, when he asked him some things in the tea room he took over, he simply didn't ask him anything. , I shook my head and wondered, what happened today?

"I studied here while you were away."

Zhang Shu said lightly.

"What are you going to cook tonight? Can you pick some not too difficult ones and teach me, let's start with stewed rice."

Zhang Shu swiftly picked up the apron and tied it on his body. Lu Han stared blankly at him, not digesting what he said just now. He is now at war between heaven and man, wondering if he should use his clairvoyance magic weapon, The clothes on Zhang Shu's body were manually filtered out, leaving only his naked body and apron.

"Hey……"

Zhang Shu stretched out his hand and gestured in front of Lu Han's straight eyes.

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Lu Han also put on an apron himself, took a small pot of water from the bowl in the rice cooker, and filled a small bowl of corn kernels from the rice jar.

"Generally, for two people to eat, one bowl of rice is enough, and about three or four bowls can be steamed."

Lu Han skillfully cleaned the rice and explained to Zhang Shu.

"The rice at home is free of scouring, but it's more reassuring to wash it. The water for washing the rice can be used for watering the flowers after a day, and it's better for the flowers and plants."

Lu Han was born in a poor family. Although he is doing well now, he still lives carefully. After clarifying the rice washing water, he showed Zhang Shu the rice bowl.

"Nowadays electric rice cookers are very considerate. How much rice should be put and how much water should be used are all clearly marked in the inner pot. After putting the rice bowl in, just follow the prompts on the touch screen to operate."

He tidied up, chose moderate taste and regular cooking, and pressed the cooking switch.

"It's pretty easy."

Zhang Shu nodded, and it seemed that the work in the kitchen was not as difficult as he imagined.

"Why did you suddenly become interested in cooking?"

Lu Han squatted on the ground peeling the onion, looking up at him curiously.

Zhang Shu couldn't help but reached out and touched his head. His figure was really tall. Even if he crouched on the ground, he looked like a big dog. It was even worse when he stood up. He started cooking here for a few days. I often knock my head against the door frame.

"I don't want to rely on others for everything anymore."

Zhang Shu also squatted down, imitating Lu Han, using his slender fingertips to peel off the skin of the onion. His slender fingers were even faster and better than Lu Han's.

"We are already someone else's parents, and I still know nothing like a child, and I can't even protect myself."

"You still have me, I will protect you."

Lu Han seemed to be touching Zhang Shu's face, but he was afraid that he hadn't washed his hands and dirty him.

"Lu Han, you are very good to me, I know it, but..."

Zhang Shu paused for a moment, thinking about how he should express himself, the effect would be better, and the other party would not be hurt.

"I'm not a child anymore. I used to be self-willed. Now I think, there are some things that I need to learn to take on. Of course..."

He saw Lu Han's lips move, knowing that he was about to speak, he waved his hand and interrupted him first.

"About your world, I can't fully understand it for a while, so let me do what I can, at least I can take care of myself when you are not around."

Lu Han swallowed the words on his lips, lowered his head, and began to think seriously about every word Zhang Shu said.

He is right, there is a certain deviation in the way he expresses his admiration, Zhang Shu is sensitive, he must feel a little uncomfortable, he is not his child, but his lover, instead of doing everything, It is better to create a free and relaxed environment for him, so as to respect him more and not make him feel too embarrassed.

"Hey, I listen to you."

Lu Han readily wiped his hands on the apron.

"Then let's make tomato scrambled eggs today. You are so smart, you will definitely learn it. You see, tomatoes are not particularly easy to peel, but you just need to blanch them with boiling water..."

……

Dynasty Entertainment.

Zhang Shu stopped outside the president's office and took a deep breath.

It's very strange, when I handed over the leave note before, it was the president's secretariat who gave instructions, only the time when I went to the Emperor's Temple was Lu Han directly asked him for leave.

But this time to go to Yuanyuan Temple, it was he who handed over the leave note, which should have been approved by the secretariat, but the old man's life assistant called him directly, telling him to come to the president's office before he went on vacation.

Buckle up!

Zhang Shu tidied up and knocked lightly on the door.

"Grandpa?"

"come in."

The man called the old man looked about the same age as him, but he exuded a calm demeanor that young people in their twenties could not possess.

"I heard that you are going to ask for leave again."

"Yes, sorry."

Standing by the window, Zhang Tingshu looked at the underside of the skyscrapers, the busy traffic that looked like Lego toys due to the visual difference, waited for a while, and then turned around.

"sit down."

He pointed to the sofa in the office and rubbed the space between his brows.

"You have been plagued by disasters and disasters since you were a child. People in the clan say that you are afraid that you will not be able to support yourself, and now you have grown up so much."

Zhang Tingshu opened the safe next to the desk, and took out a rectangular brocade box, which was studded with pearls and jade, which was extremely luxurious.

He opened the box, and inside was a Wenwan or something.Zhang Shu only has some limited understanding of ancient items, but this item always feels very common. By the way, it often appears in TV dramas. It is a wat board held by ministers when they go to court.

Zhang Tingshu took the wat board and walked towards Zhang Shu. Not far from him, he held the two ends of the wat with both hands and struggled. He pulled the wat board away, and there was a cold light inside dagger.

"...!"

Zhang Shu's body instinctively struggled, but soon, Zhang Tingshu turned the tip of the sword, pointed the end of the handle to Zhang Shu, and gently handed it over.

"This……"

Zhang Shu quickly stood up, stepped forward slightly, and caught the dagger with both hands.

"This is called the Wat Sword, and it is my carry-on."

Zhang Tingshu sighed, sat back in his main seat, and nodded his hand to signal Zhang Shu to take his seat again.

"Many years ago, an emperor gave this to his most trusted minister. That person could go to the palace with a sword, but he didn't dare to overstep it. So the emperor came up with a compromise method, making his wat board a handle. The dark sword is not too polite, but it can also ensure his safety."

Zhang Tingshu's gaze became deep and distant, as if he was recalling something from the past.

"This sword can cut off a person's soul, you must keep it safe."

"Grandpa...I..."

"Zhang Shu, protect yourself."

Zhang Tingshu seemed to hate this kind of sensational scene, he pressed the landline without giving Zhang Shu a chance to speak, and ordered the secretary to make the next arrangement, serving tea to the guests.