Ling Ran was not in a hurry to perform surgeries or do ward rounds, so he did not have to go to work on time.
This was the standard treatment for doctors who were above the rank of assistant chief physician. A doctor with his own medical group was like an officer with his own team. He could do whatever he wanted during his daily training.
When he leisurely showered, brushed his teeth, and washed his hands with soap, the chefs below had already prepared a table full of food. They then disappeared without a trace, just like a real army.
Jin Xuezhen's father was fascinated by the scene. When he stood next to the short and plump Ling Jiezhou, he felt that he was shorter than him. He asked curiously, "Sir, did you come back from abroad?"
"No." Ling Jiezhou smiled and asked, "Do you want some?"
"No, no, I also brought a chef … with me." Jin Xuezhen's father's voice was a little soft. He then looked at the chef from Prosperous Fountain Restaurant behind him.
Ling Jiezhou saw it too. He nodded at him in a friendly manner and said with a smile, "Nowadays, it's popular to bring chefs with you. I have to say, I just don't like to play with these mobile apps. Otherwise, I would order food with my phone. It's easier than cooking by myself, and the food is delicious. There's also an event from time to time. "
Jin Xuezhen's father looked at Ling Jiezhou in disbelief and said, "You didn't hire these dozen chefs?"
"Look at what you're saying. It's just breakfast. Who would hire a dozen chefs? If I had the money, I could hire one a day. No, I could hire one every three days. " Ling Jiezhou shook his head. "I'll make porridge myself and ask the chef to make a few more steamed buns. I can still eat two more meals tomorrow and the day after … I can also save on cooking, or make more steamed food. I can still eat the leftovers for lunch and dinner …"
Jin Xuezhen's father listened to Ling Jiezhou's nagging, and his expression gradually changed.
Although he had indeed come into contact with some special people with special hobbies, to be honest, something as special as inviting a dozen chefs to his house to cook breakfast was clearly not the style of a thrifty person.
Jin Xuezhen's father could not help but feel a little confused. "From what you're saying, are these chefs sent by Meituan? How much is the event price? "
"I think 30 RMB is the most." Ling Jiezhou calculated and said, "I just ordered a millet porridge and a few steamed buns. It can't be too expensive. It's unreasonable if it's more expensive, right, son? "
When Ling Jiezhou saw Ling Ran, he waved his hand and called him over.
"I only ordered millet porridge and vegetarian buns." Ling Ran heard half of the conversation and gave his father an affirmative answer. He then nodded at Mister Jin and Huang Maoshi. He did not intend to ask any questions.
Since he had just woken up, Ling Ran's desire to speak was even lower.
He sat down at the table and shouted, "I'll eat first." Then he grabbed the bun and started eating.
The Ling Family did not require a sense of ceremony at the table.
They didn't hold hands and pray before eating like foreigners, and they didn't ask their elders to take their food first like traditional Chinese people.
The Ling family had always gathered together for a meal, just like crossing the road.
The Ling family's small clinic used to be extremely busy. Both Ling Ran's grandfather and his father, Ling Jiezhou, were often called away when they were halfway through their meals.
There were many reasons for patients to call for help. For example, they were about to run out of fluids, they were rolling needles, they just needed a blanket or a pillow, or they had a headache or a kitten ran into the courtyard. All of these people would call for help.
For doctors and bosses of small clinics, they did not need to think too much about priorities. They just had to be there when they were called. This was a rule that did not need to be explained.
Of course, most of the time, there were a lot of patients who came at noon and at night, so no one had time to eat at the table.
Small clinics were aimed at the residents in the community. Aside from the elderly, adults usually did not take up their working hours to see a doctor. The time for lunch and lunch in the afternoon was the time when there were a lot of patients.
Ling Ran used to eat alone. Today, when he saw Jin Xuezhen's father and Huang Maoshi, he did not show any intention to greet them. He just scooped himself a bowl of porridge, grabbed a vegetarian bun with his clean hands, and ate it.
Ling Jiezhou's nose twitched a few times and he said, "The millet porridge smells really good."
"There's a charcoal fire on the pick. When they walk over, the charcoal fire swayed, and the porridge swayed as well. It's as if it's being stirred continuously. When it's heated evenly, the porridge will be cooked thoroughly." The chefs from Prosperous Fountain Restaurant were all famous. They could guess the other party's method of cooking just by watching from afar.
Huang Maoshi gulped and said, "If that's the case, the millet porridge they sent over is better than the one cooked in the kitchen?"
"Don't look down on the former snack pick. A person might only sell one pick of food in his or her lifetime. Even if he or she doesn't polish it every day, he or she still has something of his or her own." The chef from Prosperous Fountain Restaurant paused for a moment and said, "The best is still carried by people, especially on the flagstone road in the south. It's wobbly and undulating, and it's the most evenly stirred. They came here on bicycles today. They're a little too fast, and it's not good enough."
"Phew …" Ling Ran blew at the bottom of the bowl and finished the bowl of porridge. He then bent over and scooped another bowl.
Ling Jiezhou joined them without hesitation. He scooped the porridge, ate the buns, and picked some vegetables. The fragrance made his belly button wrinkle.
Huang Maoshi smelled the aroma and slid to the side of the table. He smiled and said, "Uncle, I'll help you scoop some porridge."
As he spoke, he scooped a bowl of porridge for Ling Jiezhou, then scooped a bowl for himself.
"Director Jin, please sit down. Sit down." Huang Maoshi greeted the hospital director's brother-in-law. Even though he did not seem to need him, it was still good to form a good relationship with him.
Several people sat at the table in the courtyard and gulped down the food on the table with gusto, sweeping away all the food on the table with a 'gu gu ji' sound.
"What time do you start work today?" Ling Jiezhou only leaned against the chair and drank tea comfortably after he was full.
Ling Ran thought about it and said, "I'll go after I finish reading the rest of the books."
He stayed up late last night to read books, and he even used Energy Serums.
As he obtained more and more Energy Serums, Ling Ran's usage of Energy Serums also became more extensive.
"Rest when you're free," Ling Jiezhou said and said, "You'll be leaving before noon."
"Yes …"
"Oh, that's good. Your mother and I booked an Italian restaurant at noon. Also, the people from the renovation company will come to take measurements in the afternoon. "
Director Jin's eyes started to size them up. "You're going to renovate?"
"Yes."
"Clinic renovation. This is a commercial renovation. Our company does this kind of project." Director Jin's tone became smoother. He smiled and said, "You don't say. We usually do larger renovations. But if it's Doctor Ling's family's clinic, it won't be a problem for me to bring a team over. It'll definitely be better, faster, and cheaper than the renovation company you're looking for now."
Ling Jiezhou did not answer immediately.
Director Jin raised an eyebrow and looked at Ling Ran. He smiled and asked, "Which renovation company are you using now?"
"Pu Lin Design Office," Ling Jiezhou said.
"Pu Lin? Pu Lin from Yun Hua? "Director Jin's voice rose by two degrees and forty-three centimeters.
Ling Jiezhou nodded.
Director Jin could not help but fall silent. If their standards were different, it would be meaningless to talk about the price. Besides, if Pu Lin Design Office was willing to set up a small clinic, the price would definitely not be a problem.
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