Kitchen Feng Shui

  Tang Zhendong looked around and found that the layout of the room had not changed, which means that the feng shui of this house was still maintained as it was when Tang Zhendong left that day, in other words, it was not a problem with the feng shui.

  What's going on? Tang Zhendong was also somewhat perplexed, and he could only attribute this problem to Huang Xiuchun's age, her body's meridians were blocked and not flowing smoothly, just like a small river, where only a very small hole was opened in one place, even if the water could flow through temporarily, it would not flow smoothly, and over time, there would still be a risk of blockage.

  Huang Xiuqin's situation is roughly like this.

  After Huang Xiuchun changed into a loose-fitting outfit, Tang Zhendong concentrated his Qigong energy at the tip of his fingers and slowly extended it to press on the Zhiyang acupoint on her back. It was very smooth, with a sudden surge of energy flowing freely without encountering any obstruction. Tang Zhendong then slowly withdrew his internal energy before using it to clear Huang Xiuchun's Zhiyang acupoint once more.

  If it's not a problem with the Zhiyang acupoint, then it should be a problem with the Jiwei acupoint. Many heart diseases are related to these two acupoints.

  Tang Zhendong gathered all his strength again and slowly pressed it on Huang Xiuqin's Quehou point.

  Smooth, still smooth and unobstructed feeling, Tang Zhendong worked hard to dredge Huang Xiuqin's chest mouth Queweihole again.

  "Sister-in-law, how does it feel?"

  "It feels so comfortable, my whole body is feeling light and relaxed. Thank you, Little Tang." Huang Xiujin's face was filled with gratitude. "Little Tang, please sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to see what Xiaoyan is busy doing?"

  Tang Zhendong waved his hand, "Sister-in-law, don't be polite, you're busy, I'll just make myself at home here, haha."

  "Right, right, just treat it as your own home."

  When Huang Xiuchun also entered the kitchen, Old Ye asked Tang Zhendong in a low voice, "Little Tang, is your sister-in-law's illness a bit troublesome?" Old Ye was good at observing people's psychology, and he had been hanging out in the most densely populated areas around the train station for many years. When Tang Zhendong was massaging Huang Xiuchun's chest, Old Ye saw a look of puzzlement on his face.

  "Lao Ye, I can speak frankly now. Originally, I was very confident about your wife's illness. I had found the internal and external causes of her disease, so I prescribed medicine accordingly, and I thought she would recover soon. But now, I'm not so sure anymore. Let me think again."

  Lao Ye let out an "oh" and didn't say anything. In this situation, as long as Tang Zhendong was treating him with a sincere heart, then it couldn't be blamed on Tang Zhendong. After all, his own wife had indeed shown improvement. Besides, for illnesses that required surgery, even if Hua Tuo were alive, he wouldn't be able to cure them so easily in just a few moves.

  Lao Ye casually flipped through TV channels, he didn't even know what he was watching.

  Tang Zhendong sat in the living room, looking around at the feng shui of Lao Ye's house. The southwest Kun position, representing the mistress of the house, did not clash with the earth element anywhere, and this place was immediately visible to Tang Zhendong.

  Feng shui is a delicate matter, and even the slightest mistake can lead to vastly different conclusions. Tang Zhen Dong didn't dare to jump to conclusions easily. He stood up, walked to the southwest connecting balcony of the master bedroom, looked around carefully, then went to the kitchen which was closely related to the female owner of the house.

  "Little Tang, are you hungry? Hehe, just wait a bit, it'll be ready soon." Huang Xiuchun saw Tang Zhendong enter the kitchen and naturally assumed he was hungry and wanted to eat.

  "Haha, sister-in-law, this meal you've made is really fragrant, I can't help myself, haha." Tang Zhendong took a deep breath of the aroma wafting from the kitchen, looking like he was in a state of ecstasy.

  "This wasn't done by me, it was done by Xiaoyan, I just helped her out a bit." Huang Xiuzhen said proudly. Her daughter indeed made Huang Xiuzhen very proud. When Ye Yan had just entered high school, Huang Xiuzhen fell ill, and by the time Ye Yan was about to take the college entrance exam, Huang Xiuzhen's illness became more and more severe, almost to the point where she couldn't do any household chores, and would pant heavily after doing a little work.

  Ye Xian was in such a situation, studying while taking care of household chores, and even on the day of the college entrance exam, she got up early to cook for her parents before heading out to take the test.

  Ye Yan unexpectedly got accepted into the People's University of Beijing, and her parents felt proud of their daughter. So it can be said that Ye Yan made Huang Xiuqin feel extremely proud.

  "Xiao Ye, your cooking is really good! The aroma is already coming out even before we eat, it's making my mouth water." Tang Zhen Dong praised Xiao Ye while carefully observing the feng shui of the Ye family kitchen.

  In home Feng Shui, the kitchen is a very important place. Cleanliness or not, it is related to the health of all family members. Moreover, this place is closely related to the female owner of the house, because this is where the female owner often moves around. The most important thing about the kitchen is that there cannot be any horizontal beams. Horizontal beams oppress the head, which is very taboo in Feng Shui. Modern kitchens generally have suspended ceilings, which in Feng Shui cover up the oppressive horizontal beams and block their harmful effects on the human body.

  "This kitchen is also very clean!" Tang Zhendong carefully observed the kitchen of Old Ye's family: although the decoration was ordinary, it was bright and tidy. The top didn't use good materials, but it was still a suspended ceiling. The ceramic tiles around had been used for some time, but they were spotless, and the stove was not greasy. Tang Zhendong couldn't find any fault from any aspect.

  "Sister-in-law, Xiaoye, I'll go wait for dinner then!"

  "Go away! Go away!" Huang Xiuqin waved her hand at Tang Zhendong.

  After Tang Zhendong left, Ye Xian and her mother were busy in the kitchen.

  "Mom, look at him, he's just in front of me acting like a big shot, making himself seem like he's seventy or eighty years old. Hasn't he become my elder now?" Ye Xian seemed to be very dissatisfied with Tang Zhendong calling her "old dad", "old mom", and "brother" and "sister-in-law". "Hasn't the whole generation gap been messed up?"

  "Others have already said it, each has their own business and doesn't affect others. By the way, wasn't your small mirror lost? Where did you find it again?"

  "I don't know who put my mirror outside the window, if it wasn't you, then it must be Dad. This morning when I was hanging clothes, I poked my head out and saw it at once. Honestly, what's the point of having a small mirror if Dad doesn't have anything to do with it, yet it's placed outside the window?"

  "Wait till I ask your father about this, this old thing, at his age, still hiding things from me." Huang Xiuzhen was very good to her daughter, and this daughter had indeed never disappointed her.

  "The fish is done, mom, I'm taking out the dishes."

  "Okay, you hold the dish, I'll scoop out the fish."

  "Dinner is ready!"