In the evening, Wang Zhi was arranged by Ke Liang in the provincial party committee guesthouse. The room was Room No. 2 of the guesthouse, which was considered a treatment at the department level.

Wang Zhi was indeed a little tired. He went back to the room and lie on the bed and then slept until 9:30 in the morning.

He got up and washed his face, and prepared to go downstairs to have breakfast. As soon as he opened the door, no. 1, A, opposite, came out and came alone. Wang Zhi actually knew this person, which was Shui Yumeng, who had met at the Jiangnan Guild Hall.

"It's early." Since we met, Wang Zhi had to say hello and said with a smile.

"Ah! It's you." Shui Yumeng was obviously startled. Seeing that it was Wang Zhicai and said with a smile. Although both of them had not seen each other for a long time, the only ones of the young people present that time were the only ones, so naturally they all remembered each other.

"Why go down to have a meal together?" Wang Zhi smiled and invited him. Although Wang Zhi didn't have much favoritism for Shui Yumeng, he couldn't say he was disgusted. He still wanted to express his feelings out of politeness.

"You didn't eat either." Shui Yumeng smiled and said, "Okay, go together."

The two of them came to the lobby downstairs. The manager of the guesthouse hurriedly came over and walked to the two with a smile and said, "Miss Shui and Dr. Wang are here. The breakfast has been prepared for you. Please see if you are satisfied." As he said that, a waiter next to him went to serve breakfast.

Although Wang Zhi moved in last night, Ke Liang greeted the manager, so the manager naturally did not dare to neglect it, let alone Shui Yumeng, the No. 1 room A and No. 1 in the provincial guesthouse are not allowed to live just by anyone. Even if the deputy mayors of some prefecture-level cities come, they are not eligible to move in.

If you can be a manager in the provincial party committee guesthouse, your eyesight is naturally not ordinary. When the manager saw Wang Zhi and Shui Yumeng walking out of the elevator, he knew that the two must know each other, so he didn't need to give instructions to breakfast and put them together.

The breakfast in the guesthouse was very good. In addition to buns, soy milk, etc., there was also a plate of exquisite Western pastries. Wang Zhi guessed that the manager should have added it privately.

"Haha, I brought this pastry myself. If you try it, it's very good." Seeing that the breakfast was served, Shui Yumeng said with a light smile.

"Ah!, this is what you brought. I thought it was originally available here, so I have to try it." Wang Zhi smiled and picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth. He chewed it gently and praised: "It's very good, sweet but not greasy, soft and delicious, it's indeed a good pastry."

"I didn't expect you to understand this." Shui Yumeng was a little strange. This pastry was made by her own reference to ancient books. There was no on the market. Most people couldn't eat anything special, but a real food master could taste it.

"Haha, I've been lucky enough to eat it before." Wang Zhi said casually. He was telling the truth, but it was undoubtedly bragging in Shui Yumeng's ears. He had eaten it before, so he really was so embarrassed to say it.

"Then tell me how different this is from what you have eaten before." Shui Yumeng asked with a smile, with a hint of humor in her eyes.

Who is Wang Zhi, and he is also a human being. When he saw the jokes flashing in Shui Yumeng's eyes, he knew that the origin of this pastry was not simple. However, what he said was the truth, so he was not afraid of saying anything. He recalled: "The pastry I ate last time has less original flavor, less heat, less attention. If I was not mistaken, this pastry should have been copied from an electric oven. Although it tasted pretty good, it was not authentic as baked with a stove."

When Shui Yumeng listened to Wang Zhi's evaluation, the joke in her eyes naturally disappeared without a trace. She studied psychology, so she could naturally see that Wang Zhi was telling the truth, unlike lying. She couldn't help but feel curious. Could it be that someone really made pastries similar to her?

"I don't know that Dr. Wang had eaten such pastries there. I really want to see the pastry master." Shui Yumeng asked with a smile. She had no other hobbies, just liked to study some classical and strange things, such as guzheng, go, and of course some classic snacks.

"That's going to disappoint Miss Shui. The pastry master has passed away for many years, and I haven't eaten the pastry he made in a long time." Wang Zhi sighed. He ate this kind of pastry in the Song Dynasty. The pastry master was once an imperial chef. Later, he retired to the countryside when he was old, so he was lucky enough to meet it. Now he thinks about it like a cloud of smoke, which makes people sigh.

"Oh!" Shui Yumeng saw that Wang Zhi was a little sad and responded faintly, stopping talking.

"Ha, Dr. Wang, you are here." Ke Liang came just after breakfast. He didn't know from the manager that Wang Zhi was eating here, and he came over with a smile.

"Well, I got up late and came to have dinner. Secretary Ke would like to come here too? The breakfast here is pretty good." Wang Zhi stood up and smiled.

"No need, I came here after eating." Ke Liang was just talking and found that Shui Yumeng, who was on the same table as Wang Zhi, had a look of surprise flashed across her face, and hurriedly greeted: "Miss Shui is here too. You know Dr. Wang."

Shui Yumeng took a tissue from the table, gently wiped her seductive little mouth and smiled: "I have seen it before, why? Dr. Wang is here to treat Uncle Wei."

"That's right? Dr. Wang's medical skills are indeed extraordinary. He only had acupuncture last night. Governor Wei woke up this morning and became energetic." Ke Liang said with a smile.

"Haha, I've heard Grandpa Jiang say that you have great medical skills, but I didn't expect it to be really amazing. Uncle Wei's illness has stumped many experts." Shui Yumeng turned his head to look at Wang Zhi and said.

"Miss Shui is too good. Governor Wei's disease can be cured by any good Chinese medicine doctor. I just got a bargain." Wang Zhi smiled and said modestly, then turned his head to Ke Liang and said, "Governor Wei should have had breakfast. Let's go there now and I'll give him a follow-up visit."

"Okay," Ke Liang responded quickly, and then said to Shui Yumeng: "Miss Shui, let's go first."

Shui Yumeng was a little uncomfortable with Wang Zhi's indifferent attitude. No matter where he went, she was the focus of attention. Now Wang Zhi's attitude is not hot or cold is rare. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll go see Uncle Wei too. He naturally has to go congratulate him when his illness is cured."

"That's so welcome. Governor Wei would be overjoyed if he knew Miss Shui came." Ke Liang said with a smile. Shui Yumeng has a special identity. Although he knows Wei Heng, he rarely visits. He didn't expect to visit him today, but Ke Liang was quite surprised. He looked at Wang Zhi unexpectedly, and he didn't understand the relationship between the two. Judging from the conversation between the two just now, the relationship can only be said to be average, but this time Shui Yumeng was going to visit Wei Heng for Wang Zhi, and Ke Liang could still see this.

When Wang Zhi and the other two arrived at the ward, Wei Heng was sitting on a chair in front of the window and reading the Jiangnan Morning News in the morning. When he saw Wang Zhi coming in, he gently put away the newspaper and smiled, "Xiao Wang is here." Then he saw Shui Yumeng following Wang Zhi, but a trace of undetectable light flashed in his eyes. He smiled again, "Yu Meng is here too, but she hasn't seen her for a long time. Is your grandfather okay?"

"Thank you Uncle Wei for your concern. My grandfather's body is very strong." Shui Yumeng said politely. Judging from Wei Heng's complexion, the disease has indeed been cured.

"It's good to be tough. I'll visit him when I have time." Wei Heng also said politely.

"Governor Wei looks much better. I'll take your pulse and see the situation." Wang Zhi smiled and said with a smile when he saw the two of them being polite. He was a little curious about Shui Yumeng's identity. Even Wei Heng, as a provincial chief official, was very polite to Shui Yumeng. Who is the origin of the Shui family?

"Okay, take a look." Wei Heng smiled and stretched out his hand to ask Wang Zhi to take his pulse.

"Well, I recovered well. I will be cured if I take another dose of medicine." Wang Zhi said with a smile after taking his pulse.

"Yeah..." Wang Zhigang finished speaking, a cry of a baby came in from outside the door, and then walked outside with a man and a woman. Both of them looked 24 or 25 years old, and the woman was holding a crying baby in her arms.

Seeing the two people walking in, Wei Heng's face suddenly became gloomy.

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