Nightmare Attack

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

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 holding up his pants.

"Doctor," the fat man greeted enthusiastically, "you're up, haven't you eaten yet in the 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 measured tone: "What do you think?"

The fat man felt that Jiang Cheng might have misunderstood what he meant, so he quickly added: "Doctor, that's not what I meant."

After a pause, he stretched his neck again and said, "I made porridge for you. You can take a bite of it first in the morning, and then we'll have ribs for lunch."

When Jiang Cheng heard the word "Pai Ribs", his face gradually turned rosy.

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

"Then I'll just deal with it," Jiang Cheng changed his direction in a dignified manner and walked toward the office.

Perhaps because he had to eat pork ribs at noon, Jiang Cheng was the only one who didn't finish the porridge, but rather gave it to the fat man.

"Doctor," the fat man reluctantly swallowed the porridge in his mouth, waved his hands and said, "don't serve it to me, I really can't drink it anymore."

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

The fat man chirped, as if he had realized something, and said sincerely: "Doctor, are you worried that I will grab the ribs for lunch?"

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

Fatty was shocked by Jiang Cheng's performance. In his mind, the doctor was somewhat abnormal. It was better not to irritate him if possible.

It saves him a while to talk about his glorious past like working the night shift in KTV.

"Doctor," the fat man immediately interrupted him, and then directed the topic in the direction Jiang Cheng was interested in, "do you want to braise the ribs for lunch or stew with some vegetables?"

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

The fat man took a long breath.

In the nightmare, Jiang Cheng had never been so serious about life and death.

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 a few last time and there are some left."

Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated and decided: "Then let's stew it with vegetables. Then you peel the garlic, wash it and chop it into pieces. 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 bit of sesame oil in it," he chirped, "I want to dip it in the ribs."

"Would you like chopped green onions and coriander?" The fat man picked up a small book and asked while recording.

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and replied: "It doesn't hurt to add a little, but you have to note that the chopped green onions need to be oiled first, so they are 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 your request is a bit too much?"

"You have to understand," Jiang Cheng said carelessly, "I am different from you. After all, I rely on my face to make a living. If the ladies no longer like me because I have acne on my face,"

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

After a while, he came back and cleared the dishes on the table and carried them to the kitchen.

There was a "squeaking" sound from the faucet.

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

I pulled out a familiar website address from the history records and looked at it with interest.

After a while, the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor," he shouted, "Will you be okay soon?"

Jiang Cheng, who had entered sage mode, calmly closed the webpage and returned with the same loud voice, "You tell me what you have to do first, and then I will decide whether I have anything to do."

Place plates, bowls, and chopsticks back to their original places one by one.

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

After doing all this, the fat man wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"Would you like some coffee?" the fat man asked, "doctor."

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

The fat man began to grit his teeth, "Doctor, you may not be awake yet, but don't you know what your condition is?"

His voice came from the kitchen, slightly distorted.

"Even if it's instant, you can only drink half a bag and half a bag because there's only one bag left in total."

The fat man came out holding the last bag of coffee, shaking it while emphasizing, "Half for you, half for me."

Although it sounds a little sad, this is the daily life in Jiangcheng.

The fat man sat across from Jiang Cheng. He picked up the cup and sipped the coffee. "Doctor," he put down the cup and asked curiously, "I feel like you shouldn't live like this, don't you?"

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

"I'll reiterate it again," Jiang Cheng sat up straight and said in a very serious tone: "I did this entirely out of concern for their mental health. Please don't use such vulgar words to tarnish such a sacred move. ”

Fatty: ""

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

As the crisp knocking sound ended, he picked up the coffee cup and took a small sip until he finally let out a happy moan.

"Ah~"

"Doctor," the fat man looked embarrassed for a moment, then licked his lips, raised his chin as a sign, and tapped the coffee cup in Jiang Cheng's hand, "it's just a cup of instant coffee worth 7.5 cents. I don't think it deserves to enjoy this. treatment.”

"Of course, if you think life needs a sense of ritual or something, just pretend I didn't say it."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him sideways, "You don't understand, after all, I am."

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

He first looked in the direction of the door, then turned back, turned to a serious face, and lowered his voice: "Seriously, doctor, there is one thing I can't understand."

"What is it that those people are trying so hard to find?" Jiang Cheng returned indifferently while blowing the hot air from the coffee cup.

The fat man couldn't help but widen his eyes.