MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 42 sick number to ask

  Chapter 42 42. The patient came to ask

  Didu Ren'ai Hospital.

   Lu Jing walked into the inpatient department wearing a soft white woolen sweater.

  Different from the sad face in the past, today she has a ruddy complexion, long hair loose, and looks like a spring breeze, very happy.

  Including her voice, it seemed a little higher than usual: "A Chuan! Let's have dumplings at noon!"

  Lu Chuan put away the tablet, then looked up at her: "Why are you so happy?"

  Lu Jing opened the heat preservation bag in her hand on the table, turned her head and smiled at him: "Is there any?"

  Lu Chuan: …

  If you don't smile when you look back, it won't be so obvious.

   "Is there something bad about Zhou Yongzhi?"

  Thinking about it carefully, the only thing that can make his mother look so happy during this period of time is probably only the bad luck of her scumbag ex-husband?

  Lu Jing has already taken out two huge insulated boxes, and while opening the lid, she yelled at him:

   "What are you talking about? That's your dad! Even if you wish him bad luck, what do I have to do with him? Bad luck."

  Then you are so happy that you are headless...

  Lu Chuan simply stopped asking.

   At this moment, Lu Jing handed him a heavy insulated box—it was really a big box, and it was full of dumplings. There were thirty or fifty dumplings in it!

   There is some vinegar in the small compartment next to it, but not much.

  At this moment, the fragrance of dumplings and the sour fragrance of vinegar hit his face, Lu Chuan swallowed involuntarily, feeling that his sedated appetite was suddenly awakened.

   "So many dumplings? Mom, let's divide—"

   He was halfway through speaking, but saw Lu Jing sitting in front of the hospital bed, and opened the same type of heat preservation box in his hand. Compared with his, there are probably only a few fewer dumplings in it.

   "Mom," Lu Chuan hesitated, "Are there too many dumplings?"

   However, no one has answered him.

   Lu Jing couldn't wait to pick up a chubby dumpling and stuff it directly into her mouth.

  After gobbling three of them in a row, she remembered that she had a sick son, so she quickly raised her head to look at him, and urged without distraction:

   "Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

  Lu Chuan was silent for a moment, then picked up his chopsticks.

   After staying in the hospital for a long time, his appetite was not very good, but now he smelled the fragrance of dumplings, and suddenly felt his stomach rumbling.

  Until a dumpling entered the mouth, the indescribable fragrance and meaty aroma intertwined, accompanied by fresh juice bursting into the mouth...

  Lu Chuan slowly chewed and swallowed this dumpling, and then aimed at the next dumpling without raising his head.

   This silent eating and broadcasting conference lasted halfway through, until the door of the ward, which was half hidden, was suddenly knocked open.

  Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man also wearing a hospital gown, with neat short hair and dark skin. A crutch is carried under the arm, and one leg is tightly wrapped.

  He was holding a cane, his originally serious face suddenly became embarrassed, and then he smiled embarrassedly: "That...cough...I...then what...what are you eating?"

  Lu Chuan met his gaze, he had never experienced such a thing in his life, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

   Lu Jing next to him gave a "puchi" smile, and the man standing outside the door blushed, appearing even more embarrassed.

  She hurriedly tried to hold back her smile: "Sorry, sorry—the dumplings we ate were shepherd's purse and pork."

   Getting closer, she clearly saw the throat of the man on the opposite side rolling, and then even the roots of his ears turned red:

   "Where did you buy it?"

  After he finished asking, seeing that Lu Jing didn't speak, he quickly explained: "I live in the opposite ward, and the smell is too sweet, and it's getting more and more fragrant. I couldn't hold it back...I'm sorry."

  Thinking about a man in his forties or fifties, it would be embarrassing for him to come and ask because of a mouthful of dumplings.

  He turned around, intending to quickly escape from this lethal ward.

  Looking at him like that, Lu Jing felt ashamed herself—the dumplings were indeed delicious, and she had eaten enough of them last night. Now people come to ask, why are they still joking?

  So he hurriedly shouted: "Well... If you don't mind, I have a lot. You can bring a bowl and give you some."

  The man across the street limped on one leg and hurried back to get the bowl. It seems that I said I was embarrassed, but I couldn't wait to eat it in my heart.

   And Lu Chuan watched her take out half of the dumplings in his lunch box, and endured it, but he couldn't hold it back:

   "I can eat it."

   Lu Jing gave him a reproachful look: "I can eat it too! But last night I was so full that my stomach hurt, and I didn't have a long memory at noon, so I cooked so much..."

  She tried her best to hide her reluctance, and put on an indifferent expression: "Someone just likes to eat, so I can control my appetite."

   "By the way, Ah Chuan, take some out of your bowl too. When I was cooking dumplings, I just wanted you to eat more. I forgot that you didn't have a big appetite a while ago, so don't overwhelm your stomach."

   As he said that, he took the lunch box in his hand and sighed:

   "Do you think I have been in the imperial capital for too long? Why do you think the shepherd's purse in this hometown is so delicious?"

   "Hometown?"

  Lu Chuan was surprised.

   "Yes," Lu Jing looked at him: "Didn't you leave our address for that little girl last time? Last night, Fengfeng Express delivered ten catties of wild vegetables from Ning Province, most of which were shepherd's purse."

   "I saw it was so fresh and tender, so I hurried to buy meat dumplings again."

   I just didn't expect it to be so delicious. I originally cooked ten dumplings and planned to taste the taste as a supper, but after cooking one pot after another, I ate ten and ten...

   Ate a full thirty, and swallowed two Jianwei Xiaoshi tablets, tossing and turning before falling asleep in the middle of the night.

  But don't tell the children in detail about these, it's embarrassing.

   But it was enough to surprise Lu Chuan.

  He remembered the wechat that had been silent since he sent a message that day, and suddenly he was amused:

   This girl really doesn't tell any lies, and she gives wild vegetables when she says to give them.

  This kind of personality made Lu Chuan breathe a sigh of relief—he was really afraid that the other party would come up with a big kindness to repay or thank him.

   Therefore, I let go of my inner resistance.

   Then he tasted the remaining dumplings reluctantly, feeling more and more that the address was worthwhile.

  At this time, the patient from the opposite side knocked on the door, and the old man shyly handed over a lunch box, which made Lu Jing almost laugh out loud again.

  She tried to hold back, and then filled the dumplings.

  The patient at the door was shy and embarrassed, and his stomach was grumbling uncontrollably. Both mother and child in the ward looked over.

  The middle-aged man simply smashed the jar and said, "Did you make these dumplings yourself? Which company did you get the vegetables and meat? It tastes so good! Just smelling the aroma, my mouth is watering."

  Lu Jing handed back the lunch box: "Yes, the meat is the black pork bought in the supermarket, but the shepherd's purse was sent by a little girl in the countryside..."

  She smiled shyly, obviously not intending to give the contact information of the dishes.

  The man on the opposite side was stunned, then remembered something, and quickly turned around and brought two bags of fruit from the ground at the door:

   "Then what... I'm really sorry, thank you."

   After finishing speaking, the fruit was placed at the door, and the crutches were "tuck-tuck-tuck", and he rushed into his ward without giving anyone a chance to refuse.

   Today is still two more.

  (end of this chapter)