The chat ended with Jiang Weiming finishing breakfast.

As an excellent nurse who can take care of Xia Muqi, Aunt Zhu has won the love and trust of customers for many years with her style of doing more and talking less.

After Jiang Weiming finished breakfast, Aunt Zhu helped him lie down again, which was also the doctor's advice, lie down more and sit less, and only get out of bed and move in a few days.

A minute later, Jiang Feng left the inpatient building with two washed lunch boxes to go to the emergency department, and went to get Director Zhong's lunch box to prepare to return to Taifeng Building.

Director Zhong was treating the patient, and the lunch box was placed on the nurse's table, and there was a nurse in the nurse's desk who Jiang Feng recognized but couldn't name the nurse who was chatting with a nurse who Jiang Feng had never seen.

"Mr. Jiang, this is your lunch box. Director Zhong has already washed it, let me hand it over to you. Jiang Feng didn't know the nurse, but the nurse recognized him.

Jiang Feng is also a celebrity in the emergency department, and he was originally familiar with the doctors and nurses in the emergency department because of the food he sent to Jiang Shoucheng, but it was only familiar. Those who have eaten Jiang Feng's dishes naturally have a good relationship with him, but that is only a few. Among the nurses, only Huihui was lucky enough to have eaten once or twice because she was Lao Sun's girlfriend, and the other nurses had only smelled the fragrance of the vegetables but had never tasted the food, but they all knew that he was Jiang Shoucheng's younger brother.

"Thank you. Jiang Feng took the lunch box and put it in a plastic bag and left.

"Wow, you emergency department and the patient's family members use lunch boxes to deliver meals to the doctor, it must be made by your own family, it's really exquisite. The little nurse who came from other departments to deliver things sighed, "The one just now should be the family member of the old man with myocarditis who was rescued by Director Zhong yesterday, right?"

"Hmm. The emergency nurse nodded, "He is Dr. Jiang's younger brother and a cook, and it seems that from today onwards, he will be responsible for Director Zhong's three meals a day." ”

The little nurses in the other departments nodded and didn't care, took their things and left.

As soon as the little nurses from other departments left, the emergency nurses caught Huihui who was passing by.

"Huihui, I heard that the breakfast that Mr. Jiang brought this morning was delicious, is it true?" the emergency nurse looked gossipy.

Huihui looked around cautiously and made sure that there were no Dr. Lu and Dr. Cao nearby before she whispered, "Really, my grandson happened to be in the office when Director Zhong had breakfast this morning. ”

"Tell me what's in the lunch box, I asked the little sisters in the orthopedic department to go out to eat after work today, and I just happened to show off with them during the meal. ”

"It's very rich, one beef noodle, six spring rolls, two chive pancakes, more than a dozen fried dumplings on the pancakes, and a bowl of egg drop soup at the bottom. Such a big lunch box is tightly stuffed, my grandson said that when the lunch box was first opened, it was fragrant, especially the aroma of beef in the beef noodles. Hui Hui said, her voice lowered a little lower, "Isn't that lunch box very full?" Director Zhong couldn't finish it alone, and he gave the spring rolls, pancakes, and fried dumplings to Dr. Cao, Dr. Lu, and my grandson. ”

"My grandson said that Dr. Cao regrets it very much now, and only hates that he didn't find out that Mr. Jiang was myocarditis at the first time. ”

"Your grandson must be joking with you, how can any doctor tell at first glance that the patient has myocarditis. The nurse laughed.

He has a lot of words about this virtue, and 9 out of 10 sentences are false. Hui Hui said.

"By the way, what about your grandson? I haven't seen him since the beginning. ”

"He?" Huihui pointed to the lounge, "I'm going to the lounge to soak braised beef noodles." ”

Nurse:?

On the other side, after Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, he obviously felt that everyone was absent-minded.

The main thing is that the old man is absent-minded.

Yesterday in the hospital, the old man did not show any obvious mood changes, as usual, the increased order-taker was calm and short-tempered.

But today is different, he is obviously distracted, Zhang Weiyu cut the potato strips under his nose to different thicknesses, he didn't see it, and then pointed at Zhang Weiyu and scolded. Zhang Weiyu cut the potato strips like this because he was a little absent-minded, not only him, Jiang Feng could clearly feel that everyone was like this, more or less uncomfortable and distracted.

Because there is one less person in the back kitchen, one less head chef.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming have always had a clear division of labor during the days when they were chefs, Jiang Weiguo is responsible for pointing out mistakes after scolding people, and Jiang Weiming is responsible for pointing mistakes after listening to Jiang Weiguo scolding people.

Originally, the two old men didn't come to the back kitchen for a while, but at that time, everyone knew that they only didn't come because they had something to do for the time being, just for a day or two. And this time everyone knows very well that Jiang Weiming will not be able to come to the back kitchen for a long time.

Without Jiang Weiming's smile like a spring breeze and rain, and he couldn't hear Jiang Weiguo's thunderous and angry scolding, the back kitchen of Taifeng Building seemed to have lost its soul.

"Grandpa. Jiang Feng walked to Jiang Weiguo's side and asked in a low voice, "Did Sun Jikai say when Grandpa Sun's funeral will be held?"

Sun Guanyun's funeral, he and Jiang Weiguo are definitely going to go.

"I haven't said it yet. Jiang Weiguo absentmindedly chopped vegetables.

Jiang Feng put the lunch box in the cabinet, found an empty kitchen counter and began to process the pigeon.

"Jiang Feng, how is Master Jiang's condition now, how long will it take to be discharged from the hospital?" Zhang Weiyu leaned over to Jiang Feng and asked.

"It was ok, drank a big bowl of oatmeal this morning. But I don't know how long it will take to be discharged from the hospital, it depends on the specific recovery of the third grandfather, what are you asking for?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I wanted to give Master Jiang a discharge gift but didn't know what to give, so I called my dad last night and asked him to give Master Jiang a pot. Zhang Weiyu said.

Jiang Feng: ?

"Originally, I was more sincere in playing by myself, but there is no place here without materials for me to make pots, and my father's potting skills are better than mine. I told him that this time I must work hard, do my best, and not fool people like the original shipment to customers, and it is estimated that I can do it well before Master Jiang is discharged from the hospital. Zhang Weiyu began to talk to himself.

Jiang Feng: ?

"Can you give me a bite too?"

Zhang Weiyu: ?

After finishing the boring conversation with Zhang Weiyu about playing the pot, Jiang Feng began to concentrate on processing the suckling pigeons, and after processing the suckling pigeons, he began to make the eight treasure chestnut pigeons, and he was very busy.

Jiang Weiguo was so focused on cooking that he didn't have time to care about other people's work, and only went over to look at him when someone asked him for help, which was completely different from his usual state.

Very mournful.

After Jiang Feng steamed all the eight treasure chestnut pigeons ordered by the guests, Jiang Weiguo's 3 boxes of meals were also ready.

Jiang Feng only glanced at the food, and was stopped on the spot.

He only saw Jiang Weiming's breakfast this morning, and there was only a large bowl of oatmeal porridge in the lunch box, which was a normal amount, so he thought that the same was true for Director Zhong and Jiang Jian's box. It wasn't until he saw the whole picture of lunch that he realized that he was too naïve.

Jiang Weiming's lunch is still based on light liquid food, and the amount is not large, that is, the amount of food for normal people is not worth coming carefully.

But the two boxes of Jiang Jian and Director Zhong are not normal people's meals, especially Director Zhong's box, which is worth writing a special book about, asking Jiang Junlian to write an 800-word essay.

The lunch boxes are all ordinary three-layer lunch boxes, but the meals in the lunch boxes are not ordinary meals.

Jiang Jian's box contains ordinary white rice, stir-fried cabbage in lard, char siu in honey sauce, braised pork and a bowl of egg drop soup. In order to prevent the dishes from mixing together and skewering, the old man deliberately covered the braised pork on top of the rice.

If Jiang Jian's box of lunch is just an ordinary meal, then Director Zhong's box is a special luxury package, because there is a whole pork knuckle in it.

That's right, a whole pork knuckle.

Because the whole elbow couldn't be stuffed in, Jiang Feng saw with his own eyes that the old man removed the meat from the pork knuckle and mixed it with a little soup and covered it with white rice.

This is the first layer.

The middle layer is also the one with the largest capacity, and the old man stuffed it with 5 dishes.

The scrambled eggs sponsored by Chef Huang, the golden and crispy hairtail, the honey chops wrapped in a layer of sweet and sour sauce are beautifully placed separately, the best-selling sea cucumber with green onion and lettuce in the old man's own cooking.

The bottom layer is stewed tofu with cabbage.

One box is stronger than six.

"Grandpa, isn't it a bit much?" Jiang Feng reminded euphemistically.

With such a box of meals, Director Zhong can't eat it even if he dies.

"Not much. "As soon as I finished lunch, the old man began to think about what to do at night," Shoucheng said, the doctor has a lot of work and can eat. ”

Jiang Feng: ?

What slander did Brother Cheng make to his grandfather when he was away?

Jiang Feng could only carefully stuff the three lunch boxes into the extra-large plastic bag, and carried the bags to deliver the meal.

Taifeng Building's takeaway, the mission must be achieved.

"Dad, let me take care of the third uncle tomorrow!" Jiang Jiankang has already been calmed down by the escort meal.

"Get out. ”