Life is a Game

The chat ended with Jiang Weiming finishing his breakfast.

As an excellent nurse who can take care of Xia Mubing, Aunt Zhu has won the love and trust of customers for many years with her style of doing more and talking less.

After Jiang Weiming finished his breakfast, Aunt Zhu helped him to lie down again. This was also the doctor's order, to lie down more and sit less, and he could only get out of bed after a few days.

A minute later, Jiang Feng left the inpatient building with two cleaned lunch boxes and went to the emergency department to get Director Zhong's lunch box and prepare to return to Taifeng Building.

Director Zhong was treating patients, and the lunch box was placed at the nurse's desk. At the nurse's desk, there was a nurse who Jiang Feng recognized but couldn't name, chatting with a nurse Jiang Feng had never seen before.

"Mr. Jiang, this is your lunch box. Director Zhong has washed it, let me hand it over to you." Jiang Feng didn't know the nurse, but the nurse recognized him.

Jiang Feng was also considered a celebrity in the emergency department. He was familiar with the doctors and nurses in the emergency department because he delivered meals to Jiang Shoucheng, but it was only limited to his familiarity. Those who have eaten Jiang Feng's dishes have a good relationship with him, but they are only a minority. Among the nurses, only Huihui was fortunate enough to eat once or twice because she was Lao Sun's girlfriend. The other nurses had only smelled the vegetables but not tasted them, but they all knew that he was Jiang Shoucheng's younger brother.

"Thank you." Jiang Feng took the lunch box, put it in a plastic bag, and left.

"Wow, there are families of patients in your emergency department who use lunch boxes to deliver meals to doctors. They must be made at home. They are really particular." The little nurse who came to deliver things from other departments sighed, "The one just now should be the one that Director Zhong rescued yesterday. The family members of the old man with myocarditis, right?"

"Yeah." The emergency nurse nodded, "He's Dr. Jiang's younger brother and a cook. It seems that from today onwards, he will be responsible for Director Zhong's three meals a day."

The little nurses in other departments nodded and didn't care, took the things and left.

As soon as the nurses in other departments left, the emergency nurses caught Huihui who was passing by.

"Huihui, I heard that the breakfast delivered by Mr. Jiang this morning is delicious, is it true?" The emergency nurse looked gossip.

Huihui looked around carefully, and after making sure that Dr. Lu and Cao were not nearby, she whispered, "Really, my grandson happened to be in the office when Director Zhong had breakfast this morning."

"Tell me about what's in the lunch box. After get off work today, I asked the little sisters from the orthopedics department to go out for dinner. I happened to show off to them during the meal."

"It's very rich, one beef noodle, six spring rolls, two scallion pancakes, more than a dozen fried dumplings on top of the pancakes, and a bowl of egg drop soup at the bottom. Such a big lunch box is stuffed tightly, my family Lao Sun said that when the lunch box was just opened, it was very fragrant, especially the smell of beef in the beef noodles." Huihui said, her voice lowered a little, "Isn't the lunch box very full? Director Zhong can't finish it all by himself. , and distributed the spring rolls, pancakes and fried dumplings to Dr. Cao, Dr. Lu, and my grandson.”

"My grandson said that Dr. Cao regretted it very much now. He only regretted that he didn't find out that Mr. Jiang had myocarditis in the first place."

"Your grandson must be joking with you. No doctor can tell at the first sight that the patient has myocarditis." The nurse laughed.

"He has such a virtue, he talks a lot, and 9 out of 10 sentences are false." Huihui said.

"By the way, where's your grandson? I haven't seen him since the beginning."

"Him?" Huihui pointed to the lounge, "Go to the lounge to make braised beef noodles."

Nurse:?

On the other hand, after Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, it was obvious that everyone was absent-minded.

The main reason is that the old man is absent-minded.

When he was in the hospital yesterday, the old man didn't show any obvious emotional changes. As usual, the one who gave orders was calm and grumpy.

But today was different, he was obviously distracted, Zhang Weiyu cut the potato sticks into different thicknesses under his nose, he didn't even notice, then pointed at Zhang Weiyu and cursed. Zhang Weiyu cut the potato sticks like this because he was a little absent-minded, not only him, but Jiang Feng could clearly feel that everyone was like this, more or less uncomfortable and distracted.

Because there is one less person in the back kitchen, one less head chef.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming have always had a clear division of labor during their days as chefs. Jiang Weiguo is responsible for pointing out mistakes after scolding people, and Jiang Weiming is responsible for listening to Jiang Weiguo and pointing out mistakes after scolding people.

It wasn't that the two old men never stopped coming to the back kitchen, but at that time everyone knew that they didn't come because of temporary business, just for a day or two. But this time everyone knew very well that Jiang Weiming would not be able to come to the kitchen for a long time.

Without Jiang Weiming's spring-like smile and Jiang Weiguo's thunderous scolding, the back chef of Taifeng Building seemed to have lost his soul.

"Grandpa." Jiang Feng walked to Jiang Weiguo and asked in a low voice, "Did Sun Jikai say when Grandpa Sun's funeral will be held?"

He and Jiang Weiguo will definitely go to Sun Guanyun's funeral.

"Not yet." Jiang Weiguo absently chopped vegetables.

Jiang Feng put the lunch box into the cabinet, found an empty kitchen counter and started to process the pigeons.

"Jiang Feng, how is Master Jiang doing now? How long will it take for him to leave the hospital?" Zhang Weiyu approached Jiang Feng and asked.

"It's okay. I drank a big bowl of oatmeal this morning. But I don't know how long it will take to leave the hospital. It depends on the specific recovery of the third grandfather. Why are you asking this?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I wanted to give Master Jiang a discharge gift but I didn't know what to give, so I called my dad last night and asked him to make a pot for Master Jiang." Zhang Weiyu said.

Jiang Feng:?

"I was more sincere in fighting by myself, but there is no place or material for me to play pot, and my dad's skill in pot potting is better than mine. I told him that this time we must play hard and give 12 points. To fool people like the original shipment to customers, it is estimated that it can be done before Master Jiang is discharged from the hospital." Zhang Weiyu began to talk to himself.

Jiang Feng:?

"Can you give me a bite too?"

Zhang Weiyu:?

After finishing the boring conversation with Zhang Weiyu about making pots, Jiang Feng began to concentrate on handling the pigeons. After handling the pigeons, he was very busy making eight-treasure chestnut pigeons.

Jiang Weiguo was so absorbed in cooking that he didn't have time to care about other people's work conditions. He only went to check on people when they asked him for help, which was completely different from his usual state.

Very sad.

After Jiang Feng steamed all the eight-treasure chestnut pigeons ordered by all the guests, Jiang Weiguo's three boxes of meals were also ready.

Jiang Feng only took one look at the food and was stunned on the spot.

He only saw Jiang Weiming's breakfast this morning, and there was only a large bowl of oatmeal in the lunch box, which was a normal amount, so he thought that the box of Director Zhong and Jiang Weisheng was the same. It wasn't until he saw the whole picture of the lunch that he realized that he was too naive.

Jiang Weiming's lunch is still mainly light liquid food, and the portion is not large, which means that the amount of food for normal people is not worth eating in detail.

But the two boxes of Jiang Weisheng and Director Zhong are not normal people's appetite, especially the box of Director Zhong, it is worth writing a special book, asking Jiang Junlian to write an 800-word composition.

The lunch boxes are all ordinary three-layer lunch boxes, but the meals in the lunch boxes are not ordinary meals.

Jiang Sanwei's box contained ordinary white rice, Chinese cabbage fried in lard, honey sauce, braised pork, and a bowl of egg drop soup. In order to prevent the dishes from mixing together, the old man deliberately put braised pork on top of the rice.

If Jiang Sansheng's lunch box is just an ordinary meal, then Director Zhong's box is a super luxury set meal, because there is a whole pork knuckle in it.

Yes, a whole pork knuckle.

Because the whole elbow couldn't fit in, Jiang Feng saw with his own eyes that the old man picked the meat off the pork elbow, mixed it with a little soup, and covered it on the white rice.

This is the first layer.

The middle floor is also the one with the largest capacity, and the old man stuffed 5 dishes into it.

The whitebait scrambled eggs sponsored by Master Huang, the fried golden and crispy octopus, wrapped in a layer of sweet and sour sauce is really beautiful. The honey sauce short ribs placed separately, the best selling sea cucumber dishes in Taifenglou Stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions and lettuce in oyster sauce prepared by the old man himself.

The bottom layer is stewed tofu with cabbage.

One box is better than six boxes.

"Grandpa, isn't it too much?" Jiang Feng reminded gently.

Director Zhong couldn't eat such a box of meals even if he was full.

"Not much." Just after lunch, the old man began to think about what to do in the evening, "Shou Cheng said that doctors work hard, so they can eat."

Jiang Feng:?

What kind of slander did Brother Cheng slander Grandpa when he was not around?

Jiang Feng could only carefully stuff the three lunch boxes into an oversized plastic bag, and carried the bag to deliver the meals.

Takeaway from Taifeng Building, the mission must be fulfilled.

"Dad, let me take care of Uncle San tomorrow!" Jiang Jiankang was overwhelmed by the escort meal.

"roll."