It's not that Chu Xiangjun is curious about gossip, but it's really concerning.

It's good, I ran to the hospital to live, deliberately trying to waste medical resources or burning too much money?

"I don't want to cook, I'm sick. ”

Jiang Yazi was in a low mood, and he was weak to speak.

Chu Xiangjun: "...... Well, then you take care. "To be rich is to be capricious.

The moment he turned his head, Chu Xiangjun saw Jiang Yazi with a tired face, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy in his heart for this old man who was a candidate for immortal chef who brushed double tasks, his short body and how much responsibility he carried, it was really ...... can sing and cry, and I am full of food.

Because the second task of protecting the other Immortal Chef candidates was given to him by Jiang Yazi himself, this is not what it is to be fed and supported.

Chu Xiangjun expressed his love for the seedlings of the motherland for the elderly...... Don't want to understand.

"Xiangjun, I've given you all the numbers, you have to remember to contact me often. If you miss me, you can come to Huaxia Tower to find me at any time. Jiang Yazi waved his hand like a lucky cat, if he had more handkerchiefs in his hand, it would look more like - the kind of eighteen phases that parents marry their daughters are reluctant to leave.

Chu Xiangjun also waved his hand, but left quickly.

With an old man with a strange painting style, it feels weird, and he has been muttering "great viviparity, great viviparity" all night long, but Rhubarb's skills are obviously very chicken, and he canary is not as good as his canary.

Chu Xiangjun didn't go far, and suddenly there was a "ding" sound in his mind, and then, a screen appeared above Rhubarb's head, on which were written one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or ninety traditional characters in bold: Forget the New Year, your good has been online.

Wait, didn't you take the route of upgrading the fairy kitchen?

What kind of friendship do you have with him, ah, hey, he has one hundred and ninety-nine immortal chef candidates to protect, and the target is so big, I'm afraid that he has already been targeted by the dark culinary world, and he wants to hide from him, so what else can he pay?

How do you feel weird?

"Rhubarb?"

Chu Xiangjun shouted, and Rhubarb hurriedly explained: "Master, your level is too low now, so I don't know what's going on with the prompt that the system automatically appears." "I don't have permission.

Chu Xiangjun: "......" You don't know yourself in a system, how useless it is.

......

When Chu Xiangjun went to the doctor's duty room, the doctor in charge of his mother had already gone home from work. Chu Xiangjun learned from the nurse that Fu Shulan's condition in the intensive care is not bad, and if she can wake up tomorrow, she can be transferred to the general ward.

Chu Xiangjun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the last evening bus was about to close, Fu Shulan couldn't get out, so Chu Xiangjun left a phone call for the nurse and went home first.

"......" looked at the last bus whistling past him, and Chu Xiangjun burst into tears.

It's not because he was sad that he didn't catch the bus, but because Chu Xiangjun had no money in his pocket.

Can you understand the sadness of waiting for the bus for more than ten minutes, and finally the bus comes, but you can't get on?

Looking at the brightly lit empty road, Chu Xiangjun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and decided to walk back.

"Master, shall we have a chat?"

In the dead of night, there are occasional fast taxis and private cars passing by on the empty road.

Chu Xiangjun and Rhubarb walked on the non-motorized lane inside, and opened the heart-to-heart mode at night when the painting style was particularly suitable for chatting.

"What do you want to talk about?"