"It's time to eat! It's time to eat! If you want to go to the cafeteria to eat, don't miss the meal! ”

The little nurse in the corridor, from beginning to end, every ward shouted loudly. Then the smell of rice filled the hallway.

A table full of good food, but it really didn't take a few bites to get out. When it was time to eat, I was hungry.

Song Lao Er: "Uncle, you and the girl go out to eat, and come back and bring us mouths." ”

Jiang Dawu frowned and weighed his stomach: "What are you eating, this stomach is still ...... Not in the mood. ”

Jiang Dawu couldn't go on. Hunger and nausea are two different concepts.

Song Lao Er thought about it, and Jiang Dawu didn't have to pretend: "Then let's deal with it casually first." ”

Song Lao Er said that he got up to buy food, and Jiang Xiaochi grabbed it: "I'll go." ”

There is nothing to do with cooking, Jiang Xiaochi borrowed a washbasin like Huang Yinhe, and Huang Yinhe gave him a big lunch box and a few small bowls.

When Jiang Xiaochi came back, the entire corridor was spectacular, with an enamel washbasin and millet porridge in one hand, and a large lunch box full of buns in the other, he entered the ward door vigorously.

Jiang Dawu had a black line on his face, regretting it, he knew that it was better to eat outside than this, and this way of eating basically lost the face of rural people.

The millet porridge is steaming, and the meat filling in the bun is fragrant in circles.

Especially buns, why is the bun skin so white? There is a faint smell of meat.

Even the soil washed the stomach again, and Song Laoshuo's stomachs were already empty, and they screamed unconsciously when they saw the stomach they were eating.

There was no need to let it, Aunt Song stretched out her hand and ran to the bun, Jiang Xiaochi was quick and hurriedly moved the bun: "Auntie, the doctor said that your stomach hurts, and you are not allowed to eat anything except millet porridge for the past two days." ”

Aunt Song's eyes flickered: "Who won't let you eat?" What do doctors know, white noodles are the most nourishing for the stomach. ”

Jiang Xiaochi said slowly: "That's what the doctor said, since we are in the hospital, the doctor is responsible for us, and he can fool us." ”

Aunt Song: "Don't say anything, I think you're just afraid of spending money." There is a lot of money for buns, a lot of money for porridge, you are old and confused. ”

Jiang Xiaochi gave a bowl to his grandmother first: "What are you afraid of spending money, your boss will come in a while, and I will report to him for more money." ”

After speaking, he didn't forget to instruct Mrs. Sun: "Aunt Sun, you eat slowly first, the doctor said that Uncle Sun can only give him food when he wakes up." ”

Grandma's eyes were a little red, thinking that she had secretly tasted it when she was still widowed in confinement, and she had long forgotten the taste of millet porridge.

Aunt Song was unconvinced: "The second son is also my son, why do I spend my second son's money to eat, you are looking for my eldest son to hug me!" ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "Why, just because the second child is the old son-in-law recruited by my family, and Boss Song is the pillar of your family." ”

When it comes to Boss Song, Aunt Song immediately has a short mouth, and the letter has been notified for a long time, and the head of his family is gone, so who can be strong.

Aunt Song has a short mouth and has the confidence to speak: "I think you are not authentic, lacking virtue and smoking." Eat your own buns and let us drink gruel? ”

When did Aunt Song quarrel and was too cowardly, she sat on the hospital bed and began to scold. If it weren't for the stomach lavage and pestle, it is estimated that Aunt Song would be able to scold the sky.

Jiang Xiaochi seemed to be fine, and thought: Let you scold hard, you urinate a lot, you have eaten, who is afraid of whom!

Recently, Tian Hua has been honest, Jiang Xiaochi has not been bickering, and he really found a feeling of thinking about the past.

Catch up with the order to buy food, and the fun ones are posted at the door to watch the excitement.

Scolding and scolding, watching the excitement also heard a little doorway, no wonder the little couple looked very good, the old couple didn't want to see each other, and the feeling of this son was not to be seen.

Why do you think so? Whose son can be recruited?

"It's really lacking in virtue, what a good young man is willing to recruit him."

"It must be the Turen girl's money!"

……

Aunt Song's face turned green when she heard this.

Grandma Sun drank a bowl of porridge, and Jiang Xiaochi served another bowl: "Aunt Sun, drink slowly, the doctor said that the porridge can be drunk casually." ”

Grandma smashed her mouth, and the second bowl of porridge came again without effort.

Song Laozhuan finally spoke: "Girl, don't listen to your aunt, the doctor will eat whatever he says." ”

Song Laozhuan stared at his daughter-in-law: If you don't eat it, you won't have porridge for a while! What kind of porridge do you see, isn't it better than the bud rice batter at home?

Jiang Xiaochi answered, and hurriedly served a bowl to Song Laozhuan. Aunt Song was no longer strong, picked up the porridge bowl and drank it one after another, competing with her grandmother.

Jiang Xiaochi took two buns to Jiang Dawu and Song Laoer: "I bought less porridge, let's eat buns if we are wronged." ”

The three people who fought with porridge on the hospital bed listened a little carg: Are you still aggrieved when you eat steamed buns?

I only heard Jiang Xiaochi add a sentence later: "It's so meaty!" ”

Song Lao Er opened his mouth and half of the bun went down: "Return a bag of meat!" ”

It doesn't matter who has a long neck, Song Lao Er eats steamed buns and eats pigs.

There must be no movement in the house, everyone has their thoughts, and it is all the movement of eating.

Huang Yinhe poked his neck: "Eating it all?" Add a bowl of braised pork to you! ”

“……”

Jiang Xiaochi didn't thank him for taking it, and took the chopsticks to give Song Lao Er a bite. Song Lao Ermei was like a pug, and Jiang Xiaochi swished and fed another piece.

Grandma Sun can see it, why Song Lao Er was so angry that he had to be his son-in-law, who doesn't like such a girl.

Huang Yinhe rolled his eyes angrily: "You little conscienceless." ”

Jiang Xiaochi then remembered to ask: "Have you eaten it, there are still two buns here." ”

Huang Yinhe shook his head: "I don't eat it, I have lost weight recently." ”

Jiang Xiaochi was polite: "That's not going to let me, I've been a little thin recently." ”

Song Laozhuan can't eat it anymore, one is just drinking porridge without salt, and the other is like his son and third grandson, who can eat it?

As soon as the chopsticks were lifted, the nurse came to give the injection. Song Laozhuan looked at the drip bottle and immediately panicked: "I don't have anything, what are you doing for me to play here?" ”

The little nurse was willing to talk nonsense with Song Lao, and squinted at Old Man Sun, who was still confused: "Do you want to be like him?" ”

Seeing that Old Man Sun still didn't move, the nurse lifted the quilt and inserted a urinary catheter.

"Eh!" Song Lao Shuan shrank his neck in fright: It must be wasted!

Looking at the appearance of Old Man Sun, he woke up and was half a waste, and Song Lao Shuo was suddenly honest.

"Don't move! Roll the bag and have to be re-tied! ”

Re-tie and collect another money? Song Laozhuan scolded Boss Song who didn't show up for a long time: Retribution, greedy for that little cheapness, almost took his life!

"Huh? Pierced crooked...... One more stitch. ”

"Uncle! Look at your hands! Come...... Let's switch to another one! ”

“……”

"That's it! Just leave it alone! The little nurse was sweating anxiously. Jiang Xiaochi looked at the badge and the word "internship" was written.

Jiang Xiaochi spoke, and Huang Yinhe specially ordered 500 ml of glucose, and one person hit two hanging bottles.

It was estimated that he was also scared by the little nurse's toss, and Song Lao held his arms honestly, but he didn't dare to move.

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