"Yiren, don't cook at home tonight. It's quite troublesome. Let's go to the door to eat beef noodles, okay?" Zheng Ren said after getting into the car.
To him, eating was secondary.
For the sake of a meal, Little Yiren had been busy for two hours. Zheng Ren was tired just looking at her.
"How can I do that? You've been busy all day. "Little Yiren looked ahead and focused on starting. She casually denied Zheng Ren's statement.
"Boss, cooking is also fun." Su Yun laughed and said, "Yiren, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"I don't know. There don't seem to be any ingredients at home." Xie Yiren was also a little distressed.
In the past two days, in order to welcome Dr. Mehar, the relevant departments had been very troublesome to apply for leave. Little Yiren could not leave early either. She waited at the hospital to see if there was anything she could help with.
If Dr. Mehar wanted to see Zheng Ren's surgery again, she would not be in a hurry.
"Well, what do you want to eat? I'll ask Manager Song to send some ingredients over, "Zheng Ren said reluctantly.
After work at this hour, when he returned home, he would have to cook and eat until after eight o 'clock.
"I'll think about it." When it came to eating, Xie Yiren's eyes lit up.
"Why don't we just order hot pot?" Su Yun suggested. "I got a bottle of good wine from Zhao Yunlong a few days ago. We can do it tonight …"
"Packaged hot pot always feels a little lacking in taste," Xie Yiren said. "Without the sound of the hot pot restaurant, I feel like the thousand-layer belly has no soul."
This … Zheng Ren did not dare to agree.
However, the desire to live in his heart was so strong that just as the thought of denial emerged, a tender sprout was uprooted by Zheng Ren.
Little Yiren was right!
Hot pot was one of the most down-to-earth eating habits. If there was no noise, it would not be in line with tradition at all.
"Eat Japanese food. That's the easiest. Red shrimp, peony shrimp, which do you want to eat? "Little Yiren asked.
"Do you know how to make sushi?"
"You can pack it up. Foie gras sushi and make it when you come back. Salmon, a Canadian salmon belly and a freshwater salmon, "Xie Yiren said.
Su Yun was speechless. After a pause, he asked doubtfully, "Why do you want freshwater salmon?"
"Just a little. I've never tried it before, so I don't know the difference." Xie Yiren smiled and said, "It is said that one-third of the deep-sea salmon on the market is actually freshwater."
"Yes, but I think it's still an exaggeration. At least two-thirds, or 90%, are freshwater farmed, "Su Yun said.
"Just give it a try. If we don't compare, who knows what's going on? The two of you should be considered scientists. You must have a rigorous style and not make subjective assumptions, "Xie Yiren said.
Su Yun smiled helplessly. When he saw Zheng Ren meticulously recording the ingredients Little Yiren had mentioned with his phone, he knew that his boss was defenseless in front of her.
Soon, Little Yiren listed more than ten ingredients. Zheng Ren picked up his phone and dialed a number at random.
Looking at the fingers on the phone, Su Yun knew that he was calling the owner of Tang Song Restaurant, Song Ying.
"Manager Song, are you busy?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Yes, I want some ingredients for dinner."
"Okay, I'll send it to you on WeChat. Don't worry, we won't get home for a while. "
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone and began to edit WeChat.
"Boss, why are you so familiar with ordering Song Ying around?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"It's just a few ingredients. There's no need to be polite," Zheng Ren said. "I always feel that I'm quite fated with him. We just came back from Chengdu and we can even run into each other while eating skewers."
"Fated with a man? Boss, when did you become gay?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you want to eat?" Zheng Ren said. "Manager Song said that he just got some caviar. He'll send it over later."
"Take the company's account. Don't think that I'll spend another penny."
"Stingy. By the way, the people who came to study with Dr. Mehar have all paid their tuition fees," Zheng Ren said.
"Yes. In your words, if I'm so stingy, how can I let them owe me money? "Su Yun said expressionlessly.
"That's good," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "Uncle Ning has also pushed for the prosthetic limb."
Su Yun's heart skipped a beat. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Xie Yiren through the black hair on his forehead.
Xie Yiren was focused on driving and did not care about the word 'Uncle Ning' that Zheng Ren said.
Her mind was probably thinking about how to make foie gras sushi. Su Yun sighed. These two people were really innocent.
"It's all arranged. It's said that the first batch of prosthetic limbs will arrive in Chengdu soon." Su Yun continued to sigh and said weakly, "There's a big database in Chengdu. It was built by Uncle Ning, Chengdu Provincial Hospital, and Huaxi."
As he spoke, he emphasized the word 'Uncle Ning' in an attempt to wake Xie Yiren's attention. However, in front of the delicious food that was about to arrive, Su Yun failed.
Forget it. Whatever step they took in the future had nothing to do with him.
"Well, that's good," Zheng Ren smiled and said lightly.
"Yiren, you don't really want to eat freshwater salmon, do you?" Su Yun felt that talking to Zheng Ren was too boring. He was also worried about the parasites, so he asked Xie Yiren.
"Of course not. I just want to compare the difference between the two. In the future, when I buy salmon, don't buy fake ones." Xie Yiren smiled and said, "I was just saying. You actually believed it. Don't tell me that your IQ needs to be topped up?"
"Yiren, you've learned bad things from the boss."
"Tsk, you're the one who only thinks about drinking," Xie Yiren said. "A while ago, that matter was on TV. The Chinese Academy of Sciences even issued a statement saying that there are no branches there."
"Yes, you're right. It's necessary to be careful."
[They said to write a love song quickly. It's for both refined and popular tastes …] Zheng Ren's phone rang.
Zheng Ren had already accepted the new ringtone as quickly as he could. He picked up his phone and picked it up.
"Sister Lin, what's the matter?"
"Oh, you're welcome. Just let him go and get treated."
"No, no. We'll get the ingredients and go home to cook."
"Okay, I'll hang up."
"Boss, what's the matter with Sister Lin?" Su Yun asked.
"This is not the child's diagnosis. It's hemosiderosis in the lungs. He wants to visit to express his gratitude," Zheng Ren said.
"Hemosiderosis in the lungs?" Chang Yue went upstairs that day. She did not know what had happened.
"Yes, with your IQ, I'm very surprised that you can pronounce this name so smoothly," Su Yun said lazily.
"How did you get it?"
"The boss said he drank it with milk."
"…" Chang Yue was speechless. Could the diagnosis be given like this? Wasn't this too rash?
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