"Okay, okay, eat," Du Moliang hugged Zong Yi and coaxed him to the table.

Han Shen washed his hands, took out the rice cooker from the kitchen, and served rice to a few people.

Zong Zheng specially brought Zong Yi's special tableware for eating from home.

Three big men and a little boy gathered around the table and started eating.

Zong Yi's eyes were sharp, and he saw that there were shrimp in the basin, pointed to the basin and said, "Shrimp, I want to eat it." ”

Zong Zheng took a few chopsticks and put the vegetables into Zong Yi's small plate, "Eat the vegetables first." ”

Du Moliang said: "Let him eat two bites, it's fine." ”

Zong Zheng glared at him, "You said it was okay, but your sister came back and said that something was wrong?" ”

Du Moliang immediately shut up and remained silent.

"This kid, he's been a picky eater these days, and he doesn't eat a bite of food," Zongzheng hated his teeth.

"I have a way," Han Shen said suddenly.

Zong Zheng and Du Moliang suddenly looked at him.

Han Shen went to the bathroom to wash his hands again, picked out a few big shrimp, delicately peeled off the shells, and peeled three or five in succession.

"Be careful with your hands," Du Moliang reminded.

Hands are precious to surgeons.

Shrimp shells are hard and can prick hands.

"Come here," Han Shen beckoned to Zong Yi.

Zong Yi's legs were short, and he wanted to go down but couldn't reach the ground, and Du Moliang next to him hugged him down.

Han Shen entered the kitchen, and Zong Yi followed him into the kitchen.

"Look," Han Shen cut the shrimp into extremely fine pieces, and then mixed the greens into it.

Zong Yi looked up at Han Shen, "Uncle, why do you want to chop the shrimp?" ”

Han Shen: "Children eat small pieces, and adults eat large pieces." ”

Zong Yi nodded stupidly, "When I grow up, I can eat big." ”

"That's right," Han Shen said, holding a small shrimp piece in front of Zong Yi, "Open your mouth." ”

Zong Yi opened his mouth obediently, and Han Shen fed him a piece of shrimp, "Is it delicious?" ”

"It's delicious," Zong Yi muttered.

"Do you know why it's delicious?" Han Shen asked.

Zong Yi shook his head.

"It's delicious because it's eaten with the dishes inside."

Zong Yi asked, "Why didn't the adults eat with the dishes?" ”

Han Shen: "Who said no?" We took the initiative to eat vegetables, go and see if your uncle is eating vegetables? ”

Zong Yi kicked his calves and ran to the restaurant to see, Du Moliang cooperated very well to pick up a large piece of green vegetables and swallowed it in one bite.

"Uncle, I'm going to eat too," Zong Yi turned around.

Han Shen placed the sliced shrimp mixed with green vegetables on Zong Yi's table.

Zong Zheng got up, picked up the mixture very unceremoniously, poured it directly into Zong Yi's bowl, and stirred.

Zong Yi looked dazed.

Zong Zheng said: "When eaten with rice, it tastes better." ”

Du Moliang and Han Shen couldn't help laughing.

Zong Yi nodded stupidly, climbed into a chair, picked up chopsticks and gulped down rice.

Anyway, there are shrimp in the bowl, and eating everything in the bowl is equivalent to eating shrimp.

Zong Yi didn't care.

In the living room, the TV was still on, Du Moliang had tuned to the cartoon channel before, and when Zong Yi had just finished a bowl of rice, Zong Yi's favorite cartoon on the TV began to play the opening song.

Zong Yi ate the last few bites in two or two, wiped his mouth casually, and shouted to go down and watch cartoons.

Du Moliang was helpless, hugged him off the table, pinched Zong Yi's nose again, and threatened: "Watch cartoons obediently, don't be naughty, this is not your home." If you break something here, your parents will pay me. ”

Zong Yi quietly glanced at Zong Zheng.

"What do you want me to do?" Zong Zheng said: "I don't care about you. ”

Zong Yi held his mouth.

Du Moliang took Zong Yi to the living room and placed him on the sofa, "Okay, your father is a knife mouth, it's been so many years, you should get used to it." ”

Zong Yi didn't understand what a "knife mouth" was, he still pouted, his little eyes raised slightly, and he looked in the direction of Zong Zheng from time to time.

"Watch your cartoons," Du Moliang gave Zong Yi the remote control, which was Zong Yi's habit, although he didn't know how to use it.

Zong Yi is quite obedient, as soon as the cartoon starts, Zong Yi is completely involved.

Du Moliang took a few glances with him and felt bored, but seeing that Zong Yi's mood had stabilized, he couldn't take his eyes off it, so he walked to the table and continued to eat with the two.

"Is there any wine?" Zong Zheng asked suddenly.

"Yes," Du Moliang just took a bite of food, got up and went to the kitchen cabinet to get a bottle of red wine.

Zong Zheng frowned, "Beer." ”

"No," Mr. Du said.

"I'll get it," Zong Zheng got up.

Du Moliang said: "If you want to drink it, Han Shen and I can't drink it." ”

Zong Zheng swept over the two of them, "Disappointing." ”

Zong Yi's heart was very bright, and when he saw that Zong Zheng wanted to go home to get something, Zong Yi said, "Dad, I want to drink strawberry milk." ”

Zong Yi said that strawberry milk is a children's drink, strawberry flavor, and various vitamins are added.

"Wait," Zongzheng said and went home.

Du Moliang smiled and said, "You are smart, you know how to call your father." ”

Zong Yi chuckled twice and continued to watch the cartoon.

Du Moliang turned around and saw Han Shen eating slowly, and the shrimp shells were almost completely peeled off by him, neatly stacked on the plate.

He couldn't help frowning, "Your eating habits are very similar to my senior brother." ”

"Teacher Lu, you say?"

"Well," Du Moliang said, "You two are also considered to be the other in surgery, which surgeon usually doesn't gobble up food." If we all eat like you, we will starve to death. You are like this, hungry and full, and beware of your stomach being burned. My brother is still taking medicine regularly. ”

On the other hand, looking at Han Shen, Du Moliang asked, "What about you?" Stomach is not okay either? ”

"It's okay," Han Shen said, "I can't eat spicy anymore." ”

"Still spicy?" Du Moliang sandwiched a ball of green vegetables to Han Shen, "You should also pay attention to it, my senior brother's stomach was boiled down when he was promoted to deputy chief physician, and you are now ready to be promoted to deputy chief physician, pay more attention." ”

"Hmm."

For Du Moliang's unintentional kindness and care, Han Shen suddenly had a warm current in his heart.

He used to be used to being alone, doing everything alone, issuing patents alone, writing papers alone, managing patients, never fake the hands of others, and live alone.

He has always felt that life is loneliness, that is, he and himself are companions, and there is nothing wrong with being alone.

Until......

After the promotion of the attending physician at the Imperial Capital Mingde General Hospital, all the flowers and applause poured in, and Cory held a small ceremony where colleagues blessed their new batch of promotions.

It's their turn to give a vision for the future.

Everyone else said that they hope to have a healthy and lovely baby with their lover in the new year, or to settle down in the imperial capital, or to hope that their children can go to school smoothly.

Han Shen had already calculated the answer in his heart, and he wanted to say that he wanted to be promoted to chief physician in the shortest possible time and break the orthopedic record.

But after listening to the testimonials of his colleagues, he fell silent.

Others live life, and he just lives.

That time, Han Shen did not speak.