Chapter 531: The Small World Is Fun

Ling Ran wasn't in a hurry to have an operation, and he wasn't in a hurry to go to work, so he didn't have to rush to work.

This can be said to be the standard treatment for doctors above the sub-high level. A doctor with his own medical team is like an officer with his own team. He can do whatever he wants in his daily practice.

When he came out after taking a slow shower, brushing his teeth, and washing his hands with soap, the chefs below had already prepared a table of food, and then disappeared without a trace, like a real army.

Father Jin was fascinated by the sight, and when he stood next to the short and fat Ling Jieyu, he felt as if he was a head shorter than the other party, and asked curiously: "Your ancestor, did you come back from abroad?"

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

"No, no, I'm also bringing the chef..." Father Jin's voice was a little soft, and he looked at the chef from Shengyuan behind him.

Ling Jie porridge also saw it, nodded friendly to the other party, and said with a smile: "It's popular for you to bring chefs now. Don't say it, I just don't like to play with these mobile apps, otherwise I would order food with my mobile phone, which is better than cooking by myself." It’s easy, it’s delicious, and there’s an event every now and then.”

Father Jin looked at Ling Jieju in disbelief, and said, "Didn't you invite these dozen chefs?"

"Look at what you said, just have breakfast, who wants to call a dozen chefs? I have that money, I can hire one a day, if not, I can just ask one in three days." Ling Jie congee shook his head: "I cook it myself. A porridge, ask the master to make a few more steamed buns, and I can eat two more meals tomorrow and the day after tomorrow... Can you save the cooking, or get more steamed ones, and the rest can be eaten at noon and night..."

Listening to Ling Jiezhou's nagging, Father Jin's expression gradually changed.

Although it is true that he has come into contact with some special people and has special hobbies, to be honest, it is obviously not like the style of a particularly frugal person to invite a dozen chefs to come to the house for such a special thing as breakfast.

Jin's father couldn't help being a little confused: "From what you're saying, could it be that this is the chef from Meituan Food Delivery? What's the event price?"

"I think 30 yuan is the most." Ling Jie congee calculated, and said, "I just ordered a piece of millet porridge and a few baskets of vegetarian buns. It shouldn't be too expensive. No matter how expensive it is, it's unreasonable, right, son."

Ling Jieju saw Ling Ran and beckoned him over.

"I just ordered millet porridge and plain steamed buns." Ling Ran heard half of the conversation, and gave his father an affirmative answer.

Nodding to Father Jin and Master Huang Mao again, neither of them meant to ask questions.

When he just woke up, Ling Ran's desire to talk, which was not much in the first place, was even lower.

He sat on the table by himself, shouted "I'll eat first", grabbed the buns, and started eating.

The Ling family does not require a sense of ritual when serving the table.

They will not hold hands and pray before eating like foreigners, nor will they ask their elders to serve food first like traditional Chinese.

The Ling family has always gathered a group of people to eat, just like crossing the road.

The Ling family's small clinic used to be extremely busy. Whether it was Ling Ran's grandfather or father Ling Jie Congee, they would often be called away after eating half of their meal.

Patients yell for many reasons. They are about to run out of fluids, have a needle rolled, or just want a quilt, a pillow, or have a headache, and kittens will yell when they run into the yard.

For the doctors or bosses of small clinics, there is no need to think too much about priorities, and they will be there when they are called. This is an unexplained rule.

Of course, most of the time, a large number of patients came at noon and evening, so that no one had time to go to the table for dinner.

Small clinics are aimed at residents in the community. Except for the elderly, adults usually do not take up working time to see a doctor. The time for eating at noon and eating in the afternoon happens to be the time when there are many patients.

Ling Ran used to sit and eat alone before, but today he looked at Father Jin and Master Huang Mao, and didn't mean to say hello, so he scooped up a bowl of porridge for himself, and then ate the vegetarian buns with his clean hands. .

Ling Jie porridge's nose twitched twice, and said, "Millet porridge smells very good."

"There is a charcoal fire on the pick. Walking all the way, the charcoal fire shakes, and the porridge also shakes, as if it is constantly being stirred. The heat is even, and the porridge is cooked transparently." Shengyuan's chefs are all Those who have a background can guess what the other party is doing by looking at it from a distance.

Master Huang Mao swallowed his saliva and said, "So, the millet porridge they sent over is better than the one cooked in the kitchen?"

"Then don't underestimate the snack pickers in the past. A person may sell such a pickle in a lifetime. Even if he doesn't think about it every day, he still has something of his own." The chef from Shengyuan Restaurant paused, and then said: "The best thing is to walk with people, especially the kind of stone road in the south. It is undulating and undulating, and the mixing is the most even. They came here by bicycle today. The speed is a little too fast, and it lacks strength."

"Huh..." Ling Ran blew on the bottom of the bowl, draining the bowl of porridge, and leaned over to scoop up another bowl.

Comrade Ling Jie porridge joined in without hesitation, scooping porridge, eating steamed buns, picking up vegetables, and his fragrant belly button wrinkled.

Master Huang Mao sniffed the smell, slid to the table, and said with a smile, "Uncle, I'll scoop up the porridge for you."

As he spoke, he scooped a bowl of porridge for Ling Jie, and then scooped a bowl for himself.

"Boss Jin, sit down, sit down." Master Huang Mao greeted the dean's brother-in-law again, although it seemed that he didn't need it, it would be good to have a good relationship.

A few people sat on the table in the yard, snorting and drinking vigorously, sweeping away all the food on the table.

"What time do you go to work today?" Ling Jie sat down to drink tea when he was full of porridge.

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

He stayed up late last night reading a book, and he used energy potions.

As he harvested more and more energy potions, the scope of Ling Ran's use of energy potions also became wider.

"Take a rest when you have time." Ling Jie porridge said, and then said: "I will leave before noon."

"meeting……"

"Oh, that's good. Your mother and I have booked an Italian restaurant for lunch. Also, people from the decoration company will come to measure the size in the afternoon."

Mr. Jin's eyes measured up: "Do you want to decorate?"

"right. "

"Clinic decoration, this is commercial decoration. Our company has done this kind of project." President Jin's tone became smoother, and he said with a smile: "Don't tell me, we usually do relatively large volumes, but if it is For Doctor Ling’s clinic, I can pull a team over here, it’s definitely better, faster and cheaper than the decoration company you’re looking for now.”

Ling Jie porridge did not answer immediately.

Boss Jin raised his eyebrows to look at Ling Ran, and asked with a smile, "Which decoration company are you using now?"

"Prince Design Office." Ling Jiezhou said.

"Pulin? Yunhua's Pulin?" Mr. Jin's voice was raised twice and four minutes and three cents.

Ling Jie porridge nodded.

Mr. Jin couldn't help but fell silent. If the level is different, it's meaningless to talk about the price. Not to mention, if Pulin Design is willing to build a small clinic, the price will definitely not be a problem.