Chapter 97: Hot Face Sticks Cold Ass
Huo Beichen saw the three people in the ward and strode to Lu Youyou's side.
The man's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the three men.
Feeling a gust of icy wind blowing in the ward, Lu Zhongkai, Gu Shujun and Lu Xuewei all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at Huo Beichen.
Sweat, isn't Huo Dashao in the company? How did it suddenly appear here!
"Huo Dashao, we didn't do anything to Youyou, we were just worried about Youyou, so we came over to see her."
Lu Xuewei raised a pitiful face, because she didn't apply powder, but there was a bit of pity for me.
Huo Beichen gathered his aura at this time, and his inquiring gaze fell on the little guy lying on the bed.
"If there's nothing to do, you can go." Lu Youyou didn't care whether these three people sincerely apologized or something else today, she couldn't forgive them.
Originally, the three of them were still speechless, but because of the existence of Huo Beichen, the ultimate boss, they could only give up.
Lu Xuewei, who was kneeling on the ground, was helped up by Gu Shujun, and Lu Zhongkai said, "Then you have a good rest, and we will come to see you in a few days." ”
After speaking, his tone changed to respectful, "Huo Dashao, then we will leave first, and you will be bothered to take care of it." ”
After the three of them left, Huo Beichen sat on the edge of the bed.
Lu Youyou moved his body to the other side, and Huo Beichen took in the movements of the little guy, but he didn't break it.
Tang Jue walked in from the outside, carrying a delicate mahogany basket in his hand, on which was carved a lifelike dragon, and the dragon was entangled with the two words 'Zhao Ji'.
"Zhao Ji" is Huaicheng and even the whole of China is the premier top food family, more than a thousand years ago, is the emperor's special imperial kitchen, although now there is no imperial system, but "Zhao Ji" still does not forget the original intention of "looking at the money to make money", more than a thousand years have passed, only for the Chinese high society cooking.
Occasionally, it will be sold to some people who have money but no power, for example, a meal can be sold for millions of sky-high prices, and only two or three servings a day.
As a foodie, Lu Youyou has coveted 'Zhao Ji' for a long time, but he has never had a chance to eat it.
Huo Beichen took the basket in his hand, then opened the folding and lifting table that came with the hospital bed, put the basket on it, and opened them one by one.
Don't look at the basket is not big, but the space inside makes full use.
Huo Beichen took out all the food inside, all the utensils were painted with dragon patterns and the words "longevity without borders", and each dish or bowl had a silver medal.
Lu Youyou thought about it, probably to prevent poisoning.
As for the dishes, Lu Youyou's original Baidu's 'Zhao Ji' signature dishes were all in this small basket because of curiosity.
There are mushroom fat chicken, three fresh ducks, five locks of shredded chicken, stewed meat, stewed persimmons, stewed cabbage, braised mutton, mutton stewed spinach tofu, cherry meat yam......
┗|'O′|┛嗷~~, I feel that my taste buds have all been opened.
Lu Youyou was swallowing her saliva, and Huo Beichen handed her a pair of chopsticks and a bowl.
"Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold." After speaking, the man rubbed Lu Youyou's head with great indulgence, and the girl nodded wildly.
However, just when Lu Youyou's chopsticks just touched a piece of duck meat, he suddenly remembered something.
The girl's face with the appearance of a little gluttonous cat froze instantly, and in the next second, the chopsticks that Lu Youyou held in her hand were directly thrown to the ground.