Chapter 59

Mentioning this, Tang Chen couldn't help but laugh and said, "You really want to know?"

"Quite curious!" Yang Kang nodded.

"That old man somehow got the wrong idea and thought you were my son. He even thought I had a tendency for domestic violence, forcing you to stand in the sun until you fainted. So, he gave me a good scolding. I tried to explain several times, but the old man wouldn't listen." Tang Chen said with a smile.

Yang Kang couldn't understand why Gongsun Zhi would have such a misunderstanding. In theory, he was Tang Chen's personal doctor and shouldn't be unfamiliar with the Tang family?

At first, when Shao Wenmo took him shopping for clothes and they were misunderstood, he could understand. But how could there be a misunderstanding with Tang Chen?

"Little Prince, look, I was scolded for no reason. How about I just recognize you as my godson?" Tang Chen said with a chuckle.

"Ah?" Yang Kang was stunned.

"Mr. Tang, the term 'godfather' has been ruined, forget it!" Before Yang Kang could recover, Guo Fatzi hurriedly said, "Although Little Prince isn't a girl, he is handsome, so it's not appropriate."

Seeing this, Tang Chen just laughed it off and didn't say anything more.

No one paid much attention, thinking it was just a joke from Tang Chen.

Wang Chunping, Zhou Bomin, and Wang Qying were the first to take their leave, and Yang Kang hurriedly saw them off.

Next, Professor Qin, Mo Ming, and Gu Hua also said their goodbyes. As they left, Mo Ming didn't forget to remind Yang Kang not to forget him if he had any good calligraphy or paintings.

"Akang, I'm leaving too, see you!" Looking at Yang Kang, the smile in Tang Chen's eyes gradually faded, and he sighed lightly, saying, "Take your medicine, you've lost a lot of weight."

With that, he called his driver and left.

Lu Mingxiang wasn't familiar with Yang Kang, so he just politely said goodbye.

"I thought about it for a long time and finally understood why that old man called you Little Prince." Cai Yuan, holding the porcelain, said.

"Hmm?" Yang Kang looked at Cai Yuan in confusion.

"The Little Prince from 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'... why did you choose this name?" Cai Yuan asked curiously.

"Mr. Cai, when someone introduced me at first, I thought—'a hero from Liangshan, why did you choose this name?'" Yang Kang laughed and asked.

"I... damn!" Cai Yuan patted his chest and said, "Even the heroes of Liangshan don't have my build. Little Prince, you can't expect me to walk around holding this bowl that Emperor Kangxi used for meals, can you? People who know will think I'm showing off, and those who don't will think I'm begging. At least give me some packaging to carry it, okay?"

Yang Kang was a bit at a loss. His home didn't have a special silk box for porcelain. Generally, antique dealers would have custom-made silk boxes for high-quality porcelain.

Some valuable porcelains would even have custom-made redwood or nanmu bases for display.

But since he hadn't planned to sell it, he naturally didn't have such things.

Yang Kang glanced around and saw the broken cardboard box that the fat man had thrown at the door, which he had used to pack the Yuan dynasty blue-and-white "Diao Chan Worshipping the Moon" plum vase. He picked it up and handed it to Cai Yuan with a smile, "Mr. Cai, this is for you! Don't mind its simplicity; it has packaged Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain."

Cai Yuan was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses and said, "Alright, even though it's a bit simple, I'll take it. It's better than nothing, and you said it has packaged Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain. Little Prince, when you get tired of that Yuan dynasty blue-and-white and want to sell it for something else, remember to find me, not that unscrupulous Tang."

"Okay!" Yang Kang didn't know what to say and hurriedly sent Cai Yuan away, feeling the world was finally peaceful.

Turning back, he saw Guo Fatzi fetching water from the bathroom and starting to mop the floor, still complaining to Yang Kang, "Little Prince, you should have met them somewhere else. They all came here, dirtied the floor, and now I have to clean it."

"I didn't know the fool would be so aggressive." Yang Kang mimicked Guo Fatzi's tone.

"Ha ha ha!" Guo Fatzi laughed, "I've always wondered what that broken porcelain could be used for. A plastic bottle is much more practical for soy sauce. Little Prince, go upstairs and tidy up. I'll help you clean downstairs, then we'll go out to eat."

"Okay!" Yang Kang didn't argue, as there was no point in being polite. He went upstairs, where no one had been, so there was nothing to tidy up.

When he came downstairs, he found that Guo Fatzi had worked quickly, mopping the entire floor and wiping the tables. He was sitting on the sofa, with the Chinese medicine prescribed by Gongsun Zhi laid out on the coffee table, the packaging already opened. Guo Fatzi was examining each herb.

Yang Kang sat down on the sofa and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The medicine is good!" Guo Fatzi wrapped the medicine back up and said, "It's not hard to drink, you should take it."

This time, Yang Kang didn't say anything, thinking about the pots and dishes he would have to wash after boiling the medicine. He really hated washing dishes, so he didn't want to take the medicine.

Seeing him not speaking, Guo Fatzi couldn't help but raise his voice, "Little Prince, I'm talking to you!"

"I heard you," Yang Kang said, "I don't like boiling medicine. Of course, that's not the main point. The main point is that I really hate washing pots and dishes."

"Is that why you don't eat?" Guo Fatzi understood somewhat and asked with a frown.

"Yes, if I cook, I have to wash the dishes and pots, which I really hate." Yang Kang said. It was fine before, but after living with Jiang Yan for two years, Jiang Yan and Wei Yan often used various excuses to make him do household chores, which made him hate washing dishes even more.

"Given your attitude, you actually like porcelain?" Guo Fatzi shook his head, indicating he didn't understand. Then, he stood up, walked to Yang Kang's side, squatted down, and looked up at him.

"The vase is beautiful!" Yang Kang said, "And it doesn't need to be washed."

Guo Fatzi didn't speak, but pulled his hand—

"What are you doing?" Yang Kang asked in confusion.

"Don't move!" Guo Fatzi frowned slightly, holding his hand and placing two fingers on his pulse.

Yang Kang realized that Guo Fatzi seemed to really know traditional Chinese medicine, as he was taking his pulse in a proper manner. However, traditional Chinese doctors should be like Gongsun Zhi, even if they were unscrupulous, they should at least pretend to be compassionate and benevolent. This fat man had none of that traditional Chinese doctor's aura.

Guo Fatzi diagnosed for a while, then pulled his other hand and continued to take his pulse.

"Fatso, I'm not sick!" Yang Kang said, "Do I look sick?"

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