Nightmare Attack

When he got home, the porridge was just out of the pot. The fat man opened the lid and took a look. He thought it was just right, so he went upstairs to wake Jiang Cheng.

Unexpectedly, just halfway through, he suddenly heard a sound in the bathroom.

When he turned around, the bathroom door opened and Jiang Cheng walked out with his pants.

"Doctor," the fat man greeted enthusiastically, "you are up, haven't you eaten this morning?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head and stared at the fat man's face. After a few seconds, he glanced back at the bathroom where the door had not been closed, and said in a melodious voice: "Guess?"

The fat man felt that Jiang Cheng might have misunderstood what he meant, so he hurriedly added: "Doctor, I didn't mean that."

After a pause, he stretched his neck and said, "I made porridge for you. In the morning, you will take a bite, and then we will eat ribs at noon."

Hearing the word ribs, Jiang Cheng's face gradually became ruddy.

Originally, he wanted to use Chen Yao's name to scare the fat man, but he was worried that frightening the fat man would affect the taste of the noon ribs, so he gave it up for the time being.

"Then I will make do with a bite," Jiang Cheng changed his direction with a face, raising his leg and walked towards the office.

Perhaps because of the need to eat spare ribs at noon, some of Jiangcheng didn't finish all the porridge, but instead gave a lot of it to the fat man.

"Doctor," the fat man reluctantly swallowed the porridge in his mouth, waved his hand and said, "Don't give it to me, I really can't drink it."

"Drinking some porridge is good for your health," Jiang Cheng grabbed the fat man's bowl, filled him with a bowl, put the bowl in front of him, and said at the same time: "It's better than eating meat."

The fat man chirped, as if he was aware of something, he said sincerely: "Doctor, you are not worried about me grabbing ribs for lunch."

Jiang Cheng became angry and said, "Nonsense! I am a respected doctor and a white angel who saves people. How could I do such a thing!"

The fat man was shocked by Jiang Cheng's performance. In his heart, the doctor was somewhat abnormal. It would be better not to stimulate him or not to stimulate him.

In a little while, he has to talk about the glorious past of his night shift.

"Doctor," the fat man interrupted him immediately, and then directed the topic to the direction Jiang Cheng was interested in, "Do you want to braise the ribs at noon... or add some vegetables and stew to eat?"

As soon as this question was raised, Jiang Cheng's expression changed instantly. He slowly sat down and fell into deep thought in his position.

The fat man took a long breath.

In the nightmare, at the critical moment of life and death, Jiang Cheng had never been so serious.

After a while, Jiang Cheng slowly raised his head and asked the fat man, "Is there any garlic in the kitchen?"

The fat man nodded, "Yes, I bought some last time, and there are some left."

Jiang Cheng no longer struggled, and decided to say: "Then you should add vegetables and stew and eat. Then you peel off the garlic, wash and cut into fines, add some soy sauce and vinegar, there should be a bottle of sesame oil in the second compartment on the top of the refrigerator. Add a little sesame oil in it," he chirped, "I want to dip the ribs and eat it."

"Do you want chopped green onion and coriander?" The fat man picked up his notebook and asked while recording.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied, "It's okay to add a little bit, but you have to pay attention to the chopped green onion, which is more fragrant."

The fat man put down the notebook in his hand, raised his head, stared at him and asked, "Doctor, don't you think you are asking too much?"

"You have to understand," Jiang Cheng said with a grin: "I'm different from you. After all, I rely on my face to eat. If the ladies don't like it because I have acne on my face..."

The fat man got up and left before he was finished.

After a while he came back to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and brought them to the kitchen.

There was a sound of water from the tap.

Jiang Cheng raised his head and walked to his desk, sat down, and turned on the computer.

I pulled out a familiar website from the historical record and looked at it with interest.

After a while, the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor," he shouted, "Are you going to do anything?"

Jiang Cheng, who had entered the sage mode, calmly closed the web page and returned with the same loud voice, "You first say what is wrong with you, and then I will decide if I will be fine."

Put the plates, bowls, chopsticks... one by one back to their original positions.

The fat man works very meticulously, so he won't just clean up just because he will be back to make spare ribs soon. He wiped the kitchen meticulously with a rag, then washed the cutting board, and stood it up to dry, so that it was not easy to breed bacteria.

After doing all this, the fat man walked out of the kitchen while wiping his hands.

"Drink coffee?" the fat man asked, "Doctor."

Jiang Cheng put a hand on the desk and tapped slightly, "A cup of hazelnut-flavored caramel cappuccino, thank you."

The fat man began to bark his teeth, "Doctor, maybe you haven't woken up yet, don't you know what your conditions are?"

His voice came from the kitchen, slightly distorted.

"Even if it is instant, you can only drink half a bag and half a bag, because there is only 1 bag left."

The fat man walked out holding the last bag of coffee, shaking it, and emphatically saying, "Half of you and half of me."

Although it sounds sad, this is Jiangcheng's daily life.

The fat man sat across from Jiangcheng ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and took his cup, sipped his coffee, "Doctor," he put down the cup, and asked curiously, "I don't think you should live like this, could it be... ."

He seemed to realize something suddenly, looked at Jiang Cheng, and said angrily: "Don't those rich women pay you for pimping?"

"I repeat it again," Jiang Cheng said in a very serious tone, sitting upright, "I did this entirely out of concerns about their mental health. Please don't use such vulgar words to tarnish such a sacred move. ."

Fatty: "..."

Jiang Cheng lowered his head, casually stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, then took out the spoon and tapped the side of the cup.

With the end of the crisp knocking sound, I picked up the coffee cup and took a small sip until finally let out an invigorating groan.

"Ah~"

"Doctor," the fat man looked embarrassed, then licked his lips, raised his chin in a gesture, and ordered the coffee cup in Jiangcheng's hand. "It's just a cup of instant coffee worth 75 cents. I don't think it deserves to be enjoyed like this. Treatment."

"Of course, if you feel that life needs a sense of ritual or something, just treat it as if I didn't say it."

Jiang Cheng squinted at him, "You don't understand, after all, I..."

"Okay," the fat man directly blocked Jiang Cheng's next words.

He first looked at the direction of the door, then turned back, changed his serious face, and said in a low voice: "Seriously, doctor, I don't understand one thing."

"What are the things that those people are trying to find?" Jiang Cheng returned indifferently while blowing the heat from the coffee cup.

The fat man couldn't help his eyes widening.

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