Yun Hua City's food street had become a lot more orderly after many renovations.
However, the food street's unique crowding and unhygienic behavior had almost turned from a chronic disease to a tradition.
Ling Ran was willing to come to the food street because he liked the liveliness and popularity here, not the crowding and E. coli here. Therefore, Ling Ran did not go deep into the food street. Instead, he found a gourmet shop at the corner and sat down.
Shao family's restaurant.
This was a shop that met Ling Ran's requirements. Sitting in the Shao family's restaurant was a little like sitting in his home in Lower Groove. It could be quiet and safe in the courtyard, but it could be noisy and noisy outside the courtyard. It was a little far away, and when he went deep into the courtyard, it was like performing surgery with a laparoscope.
It was not suitable for him to go home after work today. Ling Ran parked his small Volkswagen Jetta and looked at the food street at five in the morning. He felt quite comfortable. For the boss, the shop assistants, and the diners, this might be called the food street at five in the morning. They sold supper instead of breakfast.
"Doctor Ling, you're here. What do you want to eat today?" The old waiter in the restaurant recognized Ling Ran at first glance and quickly went forward to greet him.
"Fish porridge, side dishes, and beef." Ling Ran ordered very casually. He found a seat by the window and sat down.
At this time, even the people who stayed up all night had basically gone home. There were only two tables of customers in the Shao family's restaurant.
There were only two waiters in the restaurant doing their work slowly.
After a while, the old waiter served the fish porridge and side dishes. He said, "The boss went to stock up. Do you want to try our new dish, steamed beef? It goes well with the fish porridge."
Ling Ran's gaze moved from the fish porridge. "Is this a new dish designed by Boss Shao?"
"Of course not. It's a new dish I designed." The old waiter puffed out his chest and raised his head. "The boss is running around nowadays. He likes to cook the dishes he used to cook. He doesn't like to cook new dishes anymore. He's different from us young people."
Ling Ran raised his head and looked at the old waiter who claimed to be a young man. He smiled slightly. "I'll try your new dish."
"Yes, the old is better than the new. I told Boss Shao that the current restaurant must constantly introduce new dishes. Customers will get tired of eating the same dishes as before … "Ling Chen's old waiter was a little long-winded. Perhaps he was a little sleepy, because he kept talking.
Ling Ran took a bite of the steamed beef and glanced at the man with an unreadable expression.
"How is it?" The old man's face was full of anticipation.
Ling Ran thought carefully for a few seconds and said, "Twelve points."
The old man was shocked. "You mean 120%?"
"Full score of 100." Ling Ran gently pushed the steamed beef and said, "Please change it to stir-fried beef or roast beef for me."
"But … but this is a new product." The old man leaned over and picked up the plate of grayish steamed beef. He said in a low voice, "Boss Shao isn't here. I'm the one who does things for him."
Ling Ran nodded. "I believe that the taste of your barbecue is close to Boss Shao's."
"No matter what I do, I won't be weaker than Old Shao." The old man stood up firmly and went to roast the meat again while muttering, "It must be because your sense of taste is weak at night. If you eat steamed beef during the day, it won't be like this. Modern people have too strong tastes. They always say that they want to eat light food, but when they order dishes, it's spicy and fragrant …"
As he thought about it, he grabbed a skewer of meat and placed it on the fire.
"Ah ~"
The old man shouted. His tone sounded a little like Boss Shao's.
Ling Ran could not help but nod. He now performed demonstration surgeries for the doctors who were in in-service training in the training camp every day. He was relatively satisfied with these contestants who could train step by step. From the looks of it, although Boss Shao's waiter's innovation in the steamed beef failed, it was not a blind innovation. Instead, it could be said to be an innovation that had a very strong foundation. After all, it was one thing to learn Boss Shao's barbecue skills, but it was also one thing to imitate his voice. He had really put in a lot of effort.
When the dishes were served, the old man's drooping right hand further proved Ling Ran's guess.
The old man with deep wrinkles was holding a steaming barbecue in his left hand and a white first aid kit in his right hand. There were still beads of fresh, uncoagulated blood slowly rolling down from the handle and lid of the first aid kit, just like his slow and relaxed steps.
The first aid kit in the Shao family's restaurant was carefully selected by Boss Shao. There were two main characteristics about it. First, the handle was very soft. Even if the palm was injured, it would not be too painful to hold it. Second, there was a blood groove on the lid of the first aid kit. If there was not a lot of blood, the blood would not drip on the ground, and it could ensure the hygiene of the restaurant.
Of course, the weight and the contents of the first aid kit were also particular, and the outer shell was easy to clean.
For example, now that the old man had mastered the skill of carrying the first aid kit, he could completely use his uninjured hand to carry the plate, and then use his injured hand to carry the first aid kit. The blood left behind would also be collected.
"Doctor Ling, can you help me suture it? The iron skewer is stuck in the flesh. "The old man smiled and said," The dirty skewer has been thrown away, don't worry. "
Ling Ran was not surprised and nodded. He first took out a bottle of alcohol-based hand sanitizer and wiped his hands. Then, he looked at the old man's right hand.
Since he had worked in the Shao family's restaurant for a long time, the old man's palm was full of scars caused by the iron skewer. Most of them were small dots, but there were also a few lacerations. It was probably because of special circumstances.
He only had two puncture wounds today, and they were just holes that were as thick as cotton swabs. They were not considered serious.
The old man himself did not think much of it. He casually opened the first aid kit with his remaining hand and took out a disposable needle, thread, iodophor, and other things. He said, "Old Shao is not here, so you don't have to save it for him. Use the iodophor as you like."
"Okay." Ling Ran was very familiar with this kind of thing. He mainly debrided the wound and sutured it with just two stitches. Then, he asked, "You've been vaccinated for tetanus, right?"
"We get vaccinated for tetanus and rabies every year."
"Then, it's fine." Ling Ran nodded. He taped a piece of gauze and cleaned the table a little. Then, he changed his seat and started to taste the barbecue.
Perhaps it was because he exercised a little, but the barbecue was no longer hot. Instead, it released a rich aroma. When he tasted it carefully, he could not only taste the texture of the mutton, but also had a spicy taste.
Ling Ran nodded slowly. "It does have Boss Shao's flavor."
"That's for sure. It's Ganjiang Mo Xie's skill." The old man packed up and laughed in a self-deprecating manner.
Ling Ran ate two skewers of meat and drank two mouthfuls of fish porridge. He was quite satisfied.
Outside the window, there were many people on the food street. They stumbled about, but it was also a lively and comfortable scene.
The old man hesitated for two minutes by the side. He seemed to have thought about it. He sat down and said, "Doctor Ling, if my knee is not feeling well, can I ask you for surgery?"
Ling Ran looked at the old man and said, "Sure. But the damage caused by knee surgery is relatively large. Generally speaking, it's impossible to recover to the level of an ordinary person. I mainly operate on the meniscus and ligaments. "
Only doctors knew that no matter if they were playing basketball or eating, they would always run into patients, their family members, or their friends.
Even if they ran into them, they would still run into them. Anyway, Ling Ran was not picky.
"It's the meniscus …" the old man quickly said, "We have a customer here who likes to play football. In the end, he injured his meniscus. He knows that Boss Shao often gets injured and likes to go to the hospital. Two days ago, he limped to eat meat and asked me about it. In the end, the boss was not in the shop …"
"Then, he can come to the hospital for a checkup." When Ling Ran thought about this, he took a look at the three Intermediate Treasure Chests that he had not opened yet. This time, he had obtained a total of four Intermediate Treasure Chests from the Emergency Medicine Mission. After opening a Sketch Skill, Ling Ran was not in a hurry to open another one. He looked at the treasure chests and felt an itch. He said, "I don't work tomorrow. There should be a consultation on Friday."
The old man quickly agreed. He insisted on waiving Ling Ran's bill and sent him to the car.
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