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By Village Of Ambitious Birds
Chapter 644 Brittle (seeking a monthly pass)
Ling Ran took a piece of Fanta Stone, and he was too lazy to pick it up, just take it in his hand.
Du Academician shook his spirits and wanted to take advantage of the boss’s shackles, but he missed it several times.
It was the old man with gray beard, let the boss take a few pieces of Fanta Stone again, pick a piece of the size of the hand in the hands of Ling Ran, and then pay the money on the mobile phone, even the amount is not let Du Academician know.
The idlers who came from the fame of Du Academician are also surrounded by counters, picking less and watching more lively.
There are more people coming and more people talking.
The owner seemed to be annoyed, and when he swept his hand, he swept the stone on the iron counter and said: "Get off work, please come early tomorrow."
"I haven't finished picking up..." Du Academician looked up.
The boss waved his hand: "The rest will rest, come back soon."
Du Shishi was a god, and he was driven out of the store.
On the street, the sun is shining, not at all like after work hours.
"Forget it, don't sell it if you don't sell it." Du Academician said to smile at his grandson: "This shop owner is really a... weird..."
"It’s just blame." Fat Sun said, looking at Ling Ran, smiled: "I didn't expect Dr. Ling to come for the first time, but he even found a leak. Your Fanta Stone is small and sells for more than a thousand. Money is normal, 880 is too little, you turn around and sell, doubling is possible."
Academician Du was not very satisfied: "Fanta Stone is Dr. Ling’s own leak, Dr. Ling gave me another chance, I will pick you a piece..."
"It's time to go back. There is still a lot of preparation to do before surgery." Ling Ran is sincere and said: "When you are discharged from the hospital, it is not too late to pick a stone."
"Who knows after the discharge?" Du Academician said helplessly: "Is there such an anxiety?"
"There is..." Ling Ran took the lead and walked to the parking position.
The mutton alley under the sun, the tree-lined road, the blue-brick wall, the blend of patina and modernity, like the T-stage built by time, walks in the meantime and attracts a lot of light.
Ling suddenly stopped, the nose moved slightly, looking to the storefront on the right.
It is a small restaurant that makes a roast duck.
"Please eat roast duck." Ling Ran turned to Tian Hao Road.
"Okay." Tian Hao answered very happy.
The two said, they lined up in a small restaurant.
Academician Du stood on the street and didn't understand: "Isn't it anxious?"
Followed by Zuo Cidian at the back to make a gesture of continuing forward, a faint saying: "Dr. Ling is anxious to go to the hospital, and since the patient decided to go to the hospital, he naturally is not in a hurry."
Academician Du also wanted to refute, Zuo Cidian again to the fat side of the road: "What are you doing? Send your grandfather to the hospital, and the person who will have surgery tomorrow, and want to sway to what time!"
The thinking of the fat grandson suddenly woke up from the leak, and said: "Grandpa, let's go to the hospital first, and then go back and say something else."
"I can't eat a roast duck too?" Du Academician was not convinced."No. Pre-operative catering is strictly regulated. Otherwise, when you are anesthetized, your muscles will relax and the food may block the trachea." Zuo Cidian has now seen it. Du Academician is a bottom-up type. The patient, you lightly told him that the taboo is useless, his skepticism is extremely strong, but if the reason is said, he will be obedient before he has rebuttal evidence.
Different persuasion for different patients, for the doctor, is mainly the problem of energy distribution. But as far as today is concerned, it is not a problem. Academician Du needs some extra privilege. Zuo Cidian is also willing to pay.
The group quickly left the mutton alley and drove into the inpatient area of the Beijing Sixth Hospital.
Ling Ran also ordered a meal, and looked around with a look of his eyes.
The antique layout can't be said to be brilliant, but it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable.
The door of the small restaurant is not big. The space on the second and third floors is not small. The wide and spacious table is set up with six tables and four boxes. The screen was separated by a screen, and at this time, about half of it was sitting. The business can be said to be quite good.
Ling Ran and Tian Hao sat on a small table, and Li Xuechao, who had gray hair, refused the invitation at the same table and went to the noodle shop not far away. Two black-clothed bodyguards were placed on either side of the screen, quite a bit imposing.
Tian Hao sat opposite, right-handed, only paying attention to both sides with the remaining light of the eyes, and then some guilty whispers: "The bodyguards must be arranged in the house. If I get rid of them, the family will be very anxious. If you don't like people to follow..."
"It doesn't matter." Ling Rang calmly said: "There are many people in public, who like to stare at other people, and I am used to it."
"You just think so." Tian Hao suddenly laughed.
The black men standing not far from each other looked at each other and they opened their eyes awkwardly: how did this inexplicable dialogue come about? The two did not want to communicate.
Fortunately, the roast duck is on the table soon.
As a small restaurant, the roast duck is not in front of the customer's face. It has a little sense of ritual. However, the duck itself is roasted well. The meringue is very thick, and it is pinched and shiny. Look at it very delicious.
Really eaten in the mouth, but also people can not help but nod.
Ling Ran saw Tian Hao nodding at the same time as himself, and could not help but smile.
Tian Hao is even more excited, only the ducks in front of him are like shining.
"It’s crisp." Tian Hao held a sigh of praise, and a piece of duck skin was eaten in two.
"The skin of the roast duck is really crisp." Ling Ran nodded.
Crispy duck skin is not the traditional taste of roast duck, especially if you use Quanjude as authentic, soft duck skin is the standard for Quanjude-style roast duck.
However, authenticity never means delicious. Therefore, under the active resistance of the people of the whole country, especially the people of Beijing, the duck skin of modern roast duck has become more and more crisp. The thick duck skin and crispy taste, as well as the tender taste, are about the taste of the roast duck that is most popular with diners. Both Da Dong and the whole duck season have risen.Instead, Quanjude, which was dragged down by orthodox thinking, increasingly needs to rely on stories to support it. This is also a big problem in the famous city of Beijing. The diners have come to the fame because of the "authentic taste". The difference between the tastes of modern people and ancient people is getting bigger and bigger. The market where the lard has been put more can be praised. Whether or not to improve the taste has become an intractable marketing problem.
Ling Ran did not care about this, he smelled a good taste, and wanted to come in and give it a try.
Tian Hao does not care, the chef at home may do better, but eating is not a simple meal.
At about the same time, Du Academician lay down on the hospital bed, so boring that he looked around with some trouble.
The ward of the single room belongs to the academician's preferential treatment, but even so, the white and blue walls will not make people happy. Pure white sheets, modern multi-functional care beds, and a complex bed calling system will only make you feel weak.
"Du Academician, let's give you an injection." The head nurse walked in with two nurses.
"Trouble you." Du Academician was polite.
"Should, Dean Wang said, you are the pillar of the country, we must take the highest level." The head nurse snorted and pointed to the two nurses next to him, laughing: "My highest level, I have brought it over."
The two nurses smiled and didn't grab the head of the head nurse, quietly bowing their heads, one was responsible for disinfecting the straps, one holding a needle, and poked into the vein of Du Academician.
"It’s crisp."
"The blood of Du Academician is really brittle."
"The skin is also brittle."
Thank you everyone's monthly ticket, temporarily staying in the first place, in the mad code word...
(End of this chapter)
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