I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

"Okay, okay, let's eat," Du Moliang hugged Zong Yi and coaxed him to the table.

Han Chen washed his hands, took out the rice cooker from the kitchen, and served rice for several people.

Zongzheng specially brought Zongyi's special tableware for eating from home.

Three big men and a little boy gathered around the table and began to eat.

Zong Yi's sharp eyes saw the shrimp in the basin, pointed to the basin and said, "Shrimp, I want to eat."

Zongzheng picked up a few chopsticks of vegetables and put them in Zong Yi's small plate, "Eat the vegetables first."

Du Moliang said: "Let him eat two bites, it's fine."

Zongzheng glared at him, "You said it's all right, but your sister wants to say something's wrong when she comes back?"

Du Moliang immediately shut up and remained silent.

"This kid, you've been very picky about food these past few days, and you won't eat a single bite of food," Zongzheng said with hatred.

"I have a solution," Han Chen said suddenly.

Zongzheng and Du Morian suddenly looked at him.

Han Chen went to the bathroom to wash his hands again, picked a few big prawns, and gently peeled off their shells, three or five in succession.

"Be careful of pricking your hands," Du Morian reminded.

Hands are precious to surgeons.

Shrimp shells are hard and can hurt your hands.

"Come here," Han Chen waved to Zong Yi.

Zong Yi had short legs and wanted to go down but couldn't reach the ground. Du Morian next to him hugged him down.

Han Chen entered the kitchen, and Zong Yi followed him into the kitchen.

"Look at it," Han Chen cut the shrimp into very fine pieces, and then mixed the vegetables in it.

Zong Yi looked up at Han Chen, "Uncle, why do you want to chop up the shrimp?"

Han Chen: "Children eat small pieces, adults eat big pieces."

Zong Yi nodded stupidly, "When I grow up, I can eat big ones."

"Yes," Han Chen said, and put a small piece of shrimp in front of Zong Yi, "Open your mouth."

Zong Yi opened his mouth obediently, and Han Chen fed him a piece of shrimp, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious," Zong Yi muttered.

"Do you know why it's delicious?" Han Chen asked.

Zong Yi shook his head.

"Because it's delicious when eaten with the vegetables inside."

Zong Yi asked: "Why didn't adults eat with the dishes?"

Han Chen: "Who said no? We have taken the initiative to eat vegetables. Go and see your uncle, is he eating vegetables?"

Zong Yi kicked his calf and ran to the restaurant to watch. Du Morian cooperatively picked up a large piece of green vegetables and swallowed them in one gulp.

"Uncle, I want to eat too," Zong Yi turned around.

Han Chen placed the chopped shrimp mixed with vegetables on Zong Yi's table.

Zongzheng got up, picked up the dish of mixture very bluntly, poured it directly into Zongyi's bowl, and stirred it.

Zong Yi looked bewildered.

Zongzheng said: "It tastes better when mixed with rice."

Du Moliang and Han Chen couldn't help laughing.

Zong Yi nodded foolishly, climbed onto the chair, picked up the chopsticks and began to dig into the rice.

Anyway, there are shrimps in the bowl, and eating everything in the bowl is equivalent to eating shrimps.

Zong Yi didn't care either.

In the living room, the TV was still on. Du Moliang had tuned to the cartoon channel before. When Zong Yi had just finished cooking a bowl of rice, the opening song of Zong Yi's favorite cartoon started playing on the TV.

Zong Yi ate the last few bites in twos and twos, wiped his mouth casually, and yelled to go down and watch cartoons.

Du Moliang had no choice but to carry him off the table, then pinched Zong Yi's nose, and threatened: "Look at cartoons, don't be naughty, this is not your home. If you damage my things, your parents will take care of you." Pay me."

Zong Yi quietly glanced at Zong Zheng.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zongzheng said, "I don't care about you."

Zong Yi held his mouth.

Du Moliang carried Zong Yi to the living room, and placed him on the sofa, "Okay, your father is a knife mouth, it's been so many years, you should get used to it."

Zong Yi didn't understand what "knife mouth" was, and his mouth was still pursed, his small eyes raised slightly, looking in Zong Yi's direction from time to time.

"Let's watch your cartoon," Du Moliang gave Zong Yi the remote control, which is Zong Yi's habit, although he doesn't know how to use it.

Zong Yi is quite obedient, and Zong Yi is fully involved in the cartoon as soon as it starts broadcasting.

Du Moliang accompanied him for a few glances, and found it boring, but seeing that Zong Yi's mood had stabilized and he couldn't take his eyes off it, he walked to the dining table and continued to eat with the two of them.

"Is there any wine?" Zongzheng asked suddenly.

"Yes," Du Moliang just took a bite of food, got up and went to the kitchen cabinet to get a bottle of red wine.

Zongzheng frowned, "It's beer."

"That's not true," Du Morian said.

"I'll get it," Zongzheng got up.

Du Moliang said: "If you want to drink it, you can drink it, but Han Chen and I can't drink it."

Zongzheng swept over the two of them, "Disappointing."

Zong Yi's eyes were bright, seeing that Zong Zheng was going home to get something, Zong Yi said, "Dad, I want to drink strawberry milk."

The strawberry milk that Zong Yi mentioned is a kind of children's drink, with strawberry flavor and various vitamins added.

"Wait," Zongzheng said, and returned home.

Du Moliang smiled and said, "You are smart, you already know how to order your father around."

Zong Yi giggled twice and continued watching the cartoon.

Du Moliang turned his head and saw Han Chen eating slowly. He almost peeled off the shells of the shrimps and piled them neatly on the plate.

He couldn't help frowning, "Your eating habits are very similar to my senior brother."

"You mean Teacher Lu?"

"Well," Du Moliang said, "you two are also regarded as an alternative to surgery. Which surgeon doesn't usually eat like a wolf. If we all ate like you, I guess we would have starved to death. If you are like this, you will be hungry and full, so be careful." The stomach is broken. My senior brother is, and he still takes medicine regularly."

Looking back at Han Chen, Du Moliang asked, "What about you? You don't have a good stomach, do you?"

"It's okay," Han Chen said, "I don't really like spicy food anymore."

"Still eating spicy food?" Du Moliang picked up a bunch of green vegetables for Han Chen, "You should also pay attention, my brother's stomach was boiled when he was promoted to the deputy chief physician as an attending physician, and you are also planning to be promoted to the deputy chief physician now. Pay more attention."

"Ah."

For Du Moliang's unintentional act of kindness and care, Han Chen suddenly felt a warm current in his heart.

He was used to being alone before, doing everything by himself, issuing patents by himself, writing papers by himself, taking care of the patients he should manage, never letting others do it, and living his life alone.

He has always felt that life is loneliness, that is, being alone with yourself, and there is nothing wrong with being alone.

until……

After being promoted to attending physician in the Mingde General Hospital of the Imperial Capital, all the flowers and applause came together. Corey held a small ceremony, and his colleagues blessed their group of promoted newcomers.

When it's their turn to give their vision speeches about the future.

What everyone else said was that they hoped that they would have a healthy and cute baby with their lover in the new year, or that they could settle down in the imperial capital, or that their children could go to school smoothly.

Han Chen had already calculated the answer in his heart. He wanted to say that he would be promoted to chief physician in the shortest time and break the orthopedic record.

But after listening to the testimonials of his colleagues, he was silent.

Others live a life, and he just lives.

That time, Han Chen did not speak.