Chapter Nine: The Cook Delivered to Your Door

In the cardiology ward of the Affiliated Hospital of Qingyang University, a tough young man dragged Mr. Lu away and glared at him angrily, "What did you feed my grandpa? You want to kill my grandpa, don't you!"

Although he was not wearing a military uniform, this young man had a gunpowder smell that came out of the bloody wind. Perhaps he had been in the army for a long time and had a hot temper.

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and wanted to pinch the old man's mouth open and take out the pill that was stuffed in just now, but where could he find it?

"Xiao Qiu!" A middle-aged man with a straight figure and a serious face quickly stopped him: "How do you talk to the elders?"

Although the elders of the two families have been at odds for many years, after all, the old man is dying of illness, and being able to visit him is already a relationship, and there may be some grievances, so maybe there is no need to mention it.

At least they never made things difficult for the juniors on both sides.

"This thing is hard to buy, and ten thousand gold won't be exchanged, you stubborn donkeys..." Mr. Lu shook the medicine bottle in his hand, put it back in his arms, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked away with his hands behind his back. Said: "When Tiger Qing wakes up, let him come to see me."

"You..." The young man clenched his fists, wishing he could step up and punch Mr. Lu a few times. The hospital had already issued a critical illness notice, so he asked his grandfather to see him by himself?

Moreover, if you talk about rank and qualifications, your old man has a higher status, okay, what's your attitude?

But the sound of screaming on the hospital bed made the young man feel as if he had been struck by lightning. He hurriedly turned around and rushed to the bed, crying softly, "Grandpa, grandpa... what else do you want to say? I'm here!"

There was a "slap", but the old man Qing on the bed slapped him on the head, "Why are you crying? Curse me? I'm not dead yet!"

Qing Linqiu was stunned for a moment. Didn't you rush back because you said you wanted to see me before you died?

Which song is this sung again?

Mr. Lu returned to his ward, lay on the bed, crossed his legs, hummed a song, and listened to the movement outside. There were faint voices of crying, crying and laughing in the distance. After about twenty minutes, the door was closed by someone. Pushing it away, a tall figure came in with a cry, and said, "I'm coming!"

Although he was facing the savior, the old man Ke Qing was furious, not as if he had received favors, but as if he had suffered a lot of humiliation: "Your surname is Lu, what are you going to do? Come on! "

"You... Why can't you change your gangster spirit?" Mr. Lu shook his legs, slowly, stretched out his hand and pointed to the opposite side: "Sit down first, don't worry, it's not me who saved you, it's just me, a little friend." Gave me a bottle of special medicine, I just use you as a test object."

He paused, seeing what the hot-tempered old man Qing was about to say, he waved his hands and said, "I know your temper, if you don't let you repay it, you will always feel bad about it. How about it... I remember you before you joined the army , I once studied under the master of Lu cuisine, and you are a chef, I wonder if you have lost your craftsmanship over the years?"

"You want me to cook for you as a thank you? No way!" The hot-tempered old man Qing jumped up when he heard this, and almost scolded his mother directly.

If it wasn't for the fact that the special medicine was too powerful, he might have been pissed off right now.

"What kind of food hasn't my old man eaten? Still eating your cooking?" Mr. Lu looked contemptuous, "It's my little friend who has a good appetite, maybe he can tolerate your little three-legged cooking."

It is said that old children, old children, at this age, sometimes have a temper like that of a child. Lu Lao couldn't help being happy when he saw Qing's shriveled look. Although this medicine is precious, it can be seen Old man Qing's expression is worth it.

And, more fun is yet to come.

Seeing the change of old man Qing's complexion, Mr. Lu waved his hands and said, "Look at your troubled look, I heard that you, old man Qing, always repay your kindness, but I didn't expect that you are also an ungrateful person..."

"Okay, you draw the line, and I'll go ahead! Tell me, when? What do you want to eat?" Old man Qing was so angry that he jumped up and down, wishing he could strangle Mr. Lu to death.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong..." Mr. Lu waved his hand, "First, it's not that I want to eat, didn't I say that? It's not that I'm kind to you, it's my little friend who is kind to you. Second, yours It’s over with one meal? It’s too worthless, you think anyone can get this special medicine? At least make a month’s meal.”

"Don't bully people too much!" Old man Qing shouted angrily, stood up, opened and closed his two big hands, as if he couldn't help it anymore.

But in fact, he knew in his heart that what Elder Lu said was right.

Not to mention that the Cardiology Department of the Affiliated Hospital of Qingyang University is second to none in China, but in the past two years, there have been many foreign experts invited in the name of exchanges, and none of them can solve his heart problem.

But now, he has been alive and kicking for so long, his face is neither red nor out of breath, and his heart is not beating lifelessly. How long has it been since he felt this way? It seems that after the age of fifty, there is no such refreshing feeling.

"Too much deceit? Then you commit suicide now and give me back your life." Mr. Lu kept holding on to Mr. Qing.

Master Qing was dumbfounded, how could he say such shameless things? It turned out that after all these years, he still underestimated this old opponent.

Nan Ming received a call from Mr. Lu the next morning.

Before receiving the call, Nan Ming had flipped through his address book five or six times, thinking who could treat him to a big meal to replenish his energy.

Yesterday afternoon, after they finished their meal, they went to the furniture city to buy three massage beds, and stuffed them into an empty room on the second floor of the massage shop. Nan Ming took a pen, wrote a sign, and pasted it on the on the price tag.

"You two, what are you doing?" Qi Bin was amused and angry at the same time, the two of them couldn't help but talk, they brought No. 7 and No. 8 people, and they went straight in and made a fuss.

Nanming read out the sign aloud: "A full set of supreme massage, you need to make an appointment in advance, 588 yuan per session."

After all, Qi Bin is an older brother, he was embarrassed to scold Nan Ming, and grabbed Chen Wei: "You just let him mess around?"

"Just try it and you'll know." Chen Wei smiled, leaving a dubious Qi Bin in the shop.

Nanming is now a little short, and urgently needs to replenish a big meal. However, he doesn't know too many people now. There is only one Liang Jianqiang in the luxury set menu, but he just knocked on a family yesterday, so he can't knock on it again today.

Fortunately, Mr. Lu called.

"Xiao Ming, do you miss Uncle?"

Nan Ming's answer was a resounding voice: "Think about it!"

It's not just thinking about it, it's just thinking about it every day, thinking about it every day, and it makes my mouth water when I think about it.

"I want something delicious." Mr. Lu laughed.

Nan Ming covered his stomach, wondering if I could be seen through so easily?

"Hey, Uncle misses you too. I really want Xiao Ming to come to Qingyang as soon as possible. By the way, I found a place to eat for you. You haven't eaten yet."

"No." Nan Ming said, his parents are very busy with work, and they may not come back at noon, he was thinking about how to solve it at noon. In order to reassure his parents, he must not let them waste time for him.

"It's just right, someone will pick you up from downstairs and call you later. At least for this month, you can eat when you're hungry." Lu Lao said.

"Ah... I have no money..." Nan Ming said.

On the other side, Mr. Lu burst out laughing. If Nanming had dinner and asked how much the old man Qing paid, what expression would the old man Qing have?

"Don't worry, you don't need money."

"Then can I bring my friends?"

"Bring as much as you like." Thinking of Old Man Qing's expression, Elder Lu almost burst out laughing again.

"Oh, thank you, Uncle Lu!" Nan Ming jumped three feet high regardless of the energy consumption.

After chatting with Lu Lao for a while, Nan Ming just hung up the phone when the phone rang again.

It is an unfamiliar foreign number.

Qing Linqiu parked the temporarily borrowed Hyundai downstairs, stood in the corridor by himself, looked up at the top of the stairs, and listened to the approaching footsteps, feeling inexplicable anticipation and dumbfounded in his heart.

The boy who saved his grandfather lives in this half-new family building? And grandpa wants to cook him a month's meal in return?

No matter how you think about it, it's ridiculous.

The Qing family can be regarded as a military family, and they pay attention to a word that must be followed, and it is vigorous and resolute.

Yesterday, old man Qing was arguing to be discharged from the hospital, and he started preparing to come to Wenji in the afternoon.

This morning, Mr. Qing arrived in Wenji, and he was ready before noon for Qing Linqiu to pick him up.

His character has always been like this, with such a life-saving favor standing there, he is always uneasy in his heart, and he must repay it sooner.

And Qing Linqiu originally came here to see off his grandfather. Considering that there were many funeral matters and he had to spend more time with his father, he asked for a full ten days of leave. However, the funeral turned into a happy one all of a sudden, but the leave could not be eliminated. Follow along. ...Well, please ask for a recommendation ticket. And if you feel good or bad, give some feedback, don't be so passive...