Chapter 531： Fun in the small world

Ling Ran was not in a hurry to perform surgery, and in no hurry to round the room, he did not need to get stuck to go to work.

This can be said to be the standard treatment for doctors above the deputy high level. A doctor with his own medical team is like an officer with his own team. It can be practiced daily and played.

When he took a slow bath, brushed his teeth, and washed his hands with soap, the chefs below had prepared a table of food, and then disappeared without a trace, like the real army.

When Father Jin was so fascinated, when he stood next to the short and fat Ling Jie porridge, he even felt like he was short of the other person, and asked curiously, "On your noble ancestor, did you come back from abroad?"

"No." Ling Jie porridge smiled and asked, "come to eat?"

"No, no, I also bring the chef ... the master." Father Jin's voice was a bit low, then look at the chef from Shengyuan behind him.

Ling Jie porridge also saw it and nodded to the other side with a friendly smile. "You guys are all popular with chefs now. Don't say, I just don't like to play these mobile apps or anything else, or I order on my mobile phone, than I do it myself It ’s easy, it ’s delicious, and there ’s an event from time to time. ”

Father Jin looked at Ling Jieyu incredulously, and said, "Isn't this guy you invited?"

"Look at what you said, just have a breakfast. Who would call a chef? I have that money. I would like to ask for one per day, but I do n’t want to ask for one every three days." Ling Jie porridge shook his head: "I cook it myself A porridge, let the master make a few more baskets of buns, and you can have two more meals the day after tomorrow ... You can save the fried dishes, or you can steam more, and you can still eat the rest at noon and night ... "

Father Jin listened to Ling Jie's concubine, and his expression gradually changed.

Although he did contact some special people and had special hobbies, to be honest, asking a dozen chefs to come home for such a special thing is obviously not like a frugal person.

Father Kim couldn't help but be a little confused: "Listen to what you mean, is it still possible for the chef to be delivered by Meituan? What is the price of the event?"

"I think it's the most 30 yuan." Ling Jie porridge calculated, "I just ordered a millet porridge, a few cages of steamed buns, it shouldn't be too expensive. No matter how expensive it is, right, son."

Ling Jie porridge saw Ling Ran and beckoned him over.

"Just ordered millet porridge and plain steamed buns." Ling Ran heard half of the dialogue, gave his father a positive answer, and nodded to Father Jin and Huang Maoshi without any questioning.

The moment she got up, Ling Ran's desire to talk was even lower.

He sat on the table himself and shouted, "I'll eat first." He grabbed the bun and ate it.

The Ling family does not require a sense of ceremony to go to the table.

Neither will they hold hands and pray like a foreigner before eating, nor will they ask their elders to eat food first, as in traditional Chinese.

The Ling family always eats with a handful of people, the same pattern as crossing the road.

The small clinics of the Ling family were very busy in the past. Whether it was Ling Ran's grandfather or his father Ling Jie, they were often called out for half of their meals.

There are many reasons for patients to yell at people, such as running out of fluids, rolling needles, or just wanting a quilt, a pillow, or a sore head, and running into a kitten in the yard, they all scream.

For doctors or bosses of small clinics, they don't need to think too much about their priorities. They are called when they are called. This is a rule without explanation.

Of course, more often, a large number of patients come at noon and evening, so that everyone does not have time to eat at the table.

Small clinics are aimed at residents in the community. In addition to the elderly, adults usually do not take up office time when they see a doctor. The time for lunch at noon and afternoon is just the time for patients.

Ling Ran used to sit and eat alone. Today, looking at Father Jin and Master Huang Mao, he did n’t say hello, so he simmered himself a bowl of porridge, and then washed and cleaned his hands, grabbed the steamed buns and ate .

Ling Jie porridge's nose shook twice, and said, "Xiaomi porridge smells very fragrant."

"The charcoal was carried on the picker. When I came all the way, the charcoal was shaking, and the porridge was shaking. It was like being constantly stirred. If it was heated evenly, the porridge would be cooked through." The chefs in Shengyuan are all If there is a source, look at it from afar, and guess what the other party did.

Master Huang Mao swallowed and said, "If so, the millet porridge they delivered is better than the boiled in the kitchen?"

"Then don't underestimate the snack picks in the past. A person may sell such picks all his life. Even if he doesn't think about it every day, he has something of his own." The chef from Shengyuan Restaurant paused, and said: "The best people are to walk, especially the kind of stone roads in the south, which are undulating and undulating, and they are the most evenly mixed. They came by bicycles today.

"Huh ..." Ling Ran blew the bottom of the bowl, dried out a bowl of porridge, leaned over and simmered another bowl.

Comrade Ling Jie porridge joined without hesitation, simmering porridge, eating buns, pickling vegetables, and fragrant belly button wrinkled.

Master Huang Mao sniffed the taste, slid to the table, and smiled, "Uncle, I'll make you porridge."

Then, he simmered a bowl of porridge for Ling Jie and then simmered a bowl for himself.

"Mr. Jin, sit down, sit down." Master Huang Mao greeted the dean's little sister-in-law again. Although it seemed to be useless, it was better to have a good destiny.

Several people sat on the table in the yard, snoring and drinking vigorously, and grunted out the food in a table.

"When do you go to work today?" Ling Jie porridge was full, and then she drank tea comfortably by the chair.

Ling Ran thought about it and said, "I'll go after reading the rest of the books."

He stayed up late last night reading a book, using energy potions.

As more energy pills he harvested, Ling Ran's use of energy pills widened.

"Take a break when you have time," Ling Jieyu said, and said, "I will leave before noon."

"meeting……"

"Oh, that's good. Your mother and I set up an Italian restaurant at noon. Also, people from the decoration company will come to measure the size in the afternoon."

President Jin's eyes looked up: "Do you want to decorate?"

"Yes ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Clinic decoration. This is a commercial decoration. Our company does this kind of project." Mr. Jin's tone fluently, and he smiled: "Don't say, we usually do sports The amount is relatively large, but if it is Dr. Ling's clinic, I will be able to bring a team over, it must be better and faster and cheaper than the decoration company you are looking for. "

Ling Jie porridge did not answer immediately.

President Jin raised an eyebrow at Ling Ran and asked with a smile, "Which decoration company do you use now?"

"Pulin Design Office," Ling Jie porridge said.

"Prin? Yunhua's Prin?" President Jin's voice was two degrees and four quarters and three percent higher.

Ling Jie porridge nodded.

Mr. Jin could not help but be silent. If the level is different, talking about price is meaningless, let alone, if Prien Design is willing to make a small clinic, the price is definitely not a problem.