It's a magical picture in front of me.

The spacious patient room is full of sunlight and can... On the wide table in the center, there are all kinds of ingredients for shabu-shabu.

Some of the seafood was flown in this morning, washed and placed on a plate, looking fresh and appetizing.

All kinds of vegetables, fungi, and meat circled around the copper pot, and Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang, Ye Mozhu, Xu Lele, and Gao Qingsong were sitting around a table.

The old soup in the pot of mandarin ducks is boiling, and they can't wait to put the ingredients into it.

Soon the fragrance in the ward overflowed, and the fragrance came to the bed.

The bed is very large, after all, it is a top maternity hospital, and Su Yu leans on the head of the bed and only occupies a third of the area, but the smell of the tip of her nose is getting resentful.

It was not without food in front of her, and it was abundant, and the extendable table beside the bed had reached in front of her, on which lay a small pot of stewed thin pig's knuckle soup, on which the coriander was dotted with pure white soup.

A small bowl of red bean porridge with triangular scallion pancakes, a plate of green broccoli, a plate of chicken breast with bamboo shoots, and a very delicately presented small pastry.

Su Yu, who looked down, also felt that it was not bad, so she had to reluctantly endure it, after all, she was in confinement.

So, when Zhang Xiaojian and the others scooped up the meat and ate it one by one, she made a 'uh-huh' sound, she picked up the spoon and took a sip of the pig's knuckle soup.

Then there was only one thought left in her head.

How can there be such a bad soup in this world? No seasoning is normal for a confinement meal, but why is it so unpalatable and so unpalatable?

Su Yu didn't know that the smell of burnt pig hair was already good... By the time she drinks the fish soup tomorrow, the fishy smell is really unbearable.

She just looked at the table of the hot pot with murderous eyes and shouted, "Gao Qingsong!"

Gao Qingsong stood up with his waist bent like a eunuch, with a flattering smile: "Yu, what's the matter, the confinement meal is not delicious, I think it's quite rich." ”

Su Yu: "Come on, you taste, this is what people eat!"

Gao Qingsong picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, sat on the edge of the bed, and said softly: "For the baby..."

Su Yu's hand came to Gao Qingsong's arm, and then the screams like killing pigs resounded through the ward.

Zhang Xiaojian and the others were smiling while eating the food, and they were even happier when they saw that Gao Qingsong's forehead was bursting with green tendons.

Ye Mozhu put a fresh shrimp in the clear soup pot and cooked it, then peeled off the shrimp shell, soaked the mineral water, and sandwiched it in front of Su Yu with chopsticks.

Su Yu didn't say a word, he ate it in one bite, although there was no taste of seasoning, but the victory was that the shrimp was really fresh with a lost salt taste, and his eyes immediately radiated light.

Ye Mozhu sighed: "Hey, this confinement is really enough to suffer, this is only the first day." ”

Su Yu said unsatisfactorily: "I actually let you eat hot pot here just to exercise your willpower." ”

Bai Yang smiled: "When the willpower is a little unbearable, pinch Gao Qingsong to vent, it is indeed a good move, it is estimated that after a few more days of practice, you can face the confinement meal very plainly." ”

Zhang Xiaojian smiled: "No, I think this is exercising Gao Qingsong's willpower." ”

Gao Qingsong nodded with tears in his eyes, and then returned to the hot pot table to vent his physical pain by overeating.

But Su Yu couldn't stand it when he saw that he was eating too fragrant, so he said: "Gao Qingsong!"

Gao Qingsong's pinched tendons burst out again, and then he went back to the hot pot table to overeat... It seems to be stuck in a closed loop.

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The morning was spent talking and laughing.

Su Yu's physical condition recovered quickly, but she obviously had to lie down for a few days.

In the afternoon, Bai Yang and Xu Lele drove back to Jiangcheng, and Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu returned to the mansion.

The second aunt knew that they were eating outside, so she dealt with it herself, and ate a very expensive steak that she would not eat on weekdays in Ningyuan Commercial Street, and drank a glass of red wine, and saved the rest... It's a testament to her that she's changing.

Now in front of her are all kinds of flyers.

There are more than 20 in English, more than a dozen in training software, and more than 20 in gyms.

Zhang Xiaojian came in and sat next to the second aunt, saw this table of propaganda leaflets and looked at her in amazement and said, "Second aunt, you are..."

Second aunt: "I want to learn~~!"

Zhang Xiaojian coughed, wanting to stop but didn't dare to stop it, because he found that the second aunt's eyes were shining...

This is like the desire in his eyes when he wanted to learn guitar when he was a child, and when his second aunt said that he had no money...

Okay, learn... Learn whatever you like.

"Xiaojian, which one do you say is reliable?" asked the second aunt with her head sideways.

Ye Mozhu changed into comfortable and wide clothes at this time, walked over and sat down and said with a smile: "How does he know this, I'll screen it for you." ”

The second aunt smiled: "It's better to be Mozhu, but you better sleep first, and pay attention to resting more." ”

Ye Mozhu said: "It's okay, I'm not tired." As she spoke, she carefully identified which training institutions in this large pile of leaflets were reliable.

Zhang Xiaojian was not convinced, and wanted to help the staff officer, but the phone rang at this time.

When I picked it up, it was actually a WeChat message from Li Cong - Zhong Lingshuai is your friend?

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned and asked rhetorically - do you know Zhong Lingshuai?

......

......

Zhong Lingshuai, a strange person.

met Zhang Xiaojian in the imperial capital, staged a period of talent and beauty in the clubhouse, and since then he has been in Jiangcheng and has become a little security guard at the music scene.

For most of the past six months, everyone in the music scene knows that he is a fake down-and-out nobleman, because he will quarrel if he has nothing to do: "Give me a ticket money, and I will pay it back ten times a day." ”

Of course, no one will believe the lies that only the mentally retarded will believe, and most of them will listen to it for fun.

Including Shi Jin, after Hong Xinshu left, there were not many people around Shi Jin, as Zhang Xiaojian's friend, Zhong Lingshuai naturally relied on the reason of the relation... Climbed into the upper echelons of the music scene.

Not to mention, he still has two brushes, at least he provides a lot of practical advice on management.

But Lao Shi didn't believe that he was a second generation because of his talent in this area, but now he has to believe it.

In the imperial capital, in a top café, Lao Shi took Zhong Lingshuai to just finish talking with the person in charge of the construction unit of the music scene, and happened to meet the Internet celebrity Li Cong.

Of course, Li Cong knows the old history, the famous rich second generation in China.

Unexpectedly, after a glance, Li Cong actually walked over.

What surprised Lao Shi even more was why Li Cong looked at his face in surprise in this direction, and opened his arms, as if he wanted to give himself a warm hug?

This.. No, although you Li Cong seem to be very enthusiastic, you shouldn't know me.

Just wondering, Zhong Lingshuai stood up and actually hugged Li Cong.

Li Cong also asked: "Xiaoshuai, where did you go this year, and I can't contact you." ”

Zhong Lingshuai: "Harm.. I went to experience life and worked for an unscrupulous boss. ”

Shi Jinzuo looked and looked, and suddenly realized that Zhong Lingshuai, the that B had bragged before, seemed to be true, and now he immediately gave birth to why he didn't believe Zhong Lingshuai's nonsense.... He might actually pay it back tenfold.