Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng touched his nose in embarrassment, "This is my duty as a doctor. Seeing the long-lost smiles on their faces makes me happy from the bottom of my heart."

Fatty: "Doctor, tell me honestly how much kickback you received from the rich woman?"

Jiang Cheng ignored him and went upstairs alone. He didn't know what he was busy with. The fat man calculated the time and found that the ribs stewed in the pot would probably take another hour to be ready.

He washed the vegetables he bought, peeled the yams and potatoes, and prepared to make a pot of cabbage stewed with pork ribs, adding some yam to supplement it.

Stir-fry an extra plate of spicy and sour potato shreds.

The only drawback was that Jiang Cheng almost never cooked, so there wasn't even a kitchen knife in the kitchen, only a fruit knife with a blunt edge.

This resulted in some dishes being unable to be cooked finely, and the spicy and sour potato shreds could only be turned into spicy and sour potato cubes. Anyway, Fatty felt that Jiang Cheng wouldn't mind.

After finishing all the preparations, the fat man walked out of the kitchen.

He picked up the tools and jingled to finish the rest of the repair work in the studio that had mostly been tidied up.

He took a screwdriver he found from nowhere and tightened several loose screws on the vertical clothes hanger one by one, and then gently tapped the interface with a hammer to make it tighter.

Finally, a circle of black electrical tape was wrapped around it.

Just when the fat man was shaking the clothes hanger to see if it was still shaking, he suddenly found a piece of blue clothes hanging in the middle of the clothes hanger.

You can't even spot it if you don't look carefully.

Pushing aside the clothes nearby, he was surprised to find that it was actually a blue cheongsam.

Stand collar, short sleeves, silk material, excellent workmanship.

There are also several peony-style embroideries on it, which are obviously expensive. If you get closer, you can smell an elegant fragrance.

This is undoubtedly a woman's dress.

Fatty instantly became energetic.

At this time, the sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng came down with a large bucket of clothes.

Suddenly I bumped into a fat man with a strange face.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Cheng held the bucket. The clothes in the bucket were almost overflowing, so he could only tilt his head and look at the fat man.

"Doctor," the fat man winked in a man's unique way of communicating, "I found a cheongsam on your hanger!"

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng frowned.

"Blue, the thighs are so spread out!" He made famous gestures with his hands, as if he had discovered a new world.

There was no malice. Everything in Jiangcheng was new and mysterious to Fatty. It was like the pleasure of accidentally spying on other people's secrets.

Jiang Cheng's expression began to turn solemn, which made Fatty even more satisfied. He was used to being choked by Jiang Cheng, and finally allowed him to win the game.

He suddenly began to look forward to Jiang Cheng's explanation.

"Is there only one piece?" Jiang Cheng put down the big bucket of clothes and grabbed it casually, "No, there should be a pink close-fitting one and a white tasseled shawl." Jiang Cheng raised his head, stared at the fat man and asked: " Look for it again.”

Fatty: "???"

Then Jiang Cheng turned the bucket of clothes over again. The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.

If Pi Ruan shattered his outlook on life, this scene now crushed the three outlooks that Fatty had barely put together into powder.

After the bucket was turned upside down, all the clothes inside rolled out. The fat man took a cursory glance and found that most of the clothes belonged to women, and there were all kinds of clothes. An ordinary cheongsam like this was nothing.

Only then did Fatty suddenly realize what kind of person he was facing.

After all, he underestimated Jiang Cheng. He didn't expect that he could not only bring about a simple love relationship between a person like Pi Ruan and a rich woman, but he could also be so philanthropic that he would feed a tiger with his body.

"Why don't you speak?" Jiang Cheng asked.

The fat man took a deep breath, silently returned the clothes on the hanger to their original positions, and blocked the cheongsam. Then he looked at Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, I think either I opened it the wrong way, or the world is crazy. "

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and said, "I think you may have misunderstood. These clothes do not belong to the people you imagined. I am not Pi Ruan. I have my principles."

The fat man covered his face and said to himself, doctor, please shut up.

But these words could not be said after all. The fat man calmed down and asked: "Whose clothes do these clothes belong to?"

He paused, as if he realized something, and his expression became much better in an instant, "It's the doctor's girlfriend, right?" After saying this, the fat man suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

In fact, this is the most normal and reasonable answer. What are you thinking about every day?

To be fair, Jiang Cheng looks very good. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, he looks like a normal person.

And a respectable and decent job.

"No," Jiang Cheng shook his head, "They belong to my landlord. She is also my boss. She left these clothes here."

The fat man trembled, and the look in his eyes towards Jiang Cheng changed drastically, and he suddenly felt that the whole world was not good.

Jiang Cheng ignored him. After packing up the clothes scattered on the floor, he carried the bucket to the bathroom, where there was an oversized drum washing machine.

Jiang Cheng walked out of the bathroom to the clothes rack and reached out to take away the blue cheongsam.

He searched around the area but still couldn't find the two pieces of clothing he mentioned, so he had no choice but to leave with his mouth shut.

Soon there was the sound of a rolling washing machine starting in the bathroom.

It seems that there are too many clothes put in at one time, or the washing machine is too old, and the sound it makes is very dull, which makes people doubt whether it can be washed cleanly.

The fat man walked to the door alone, then opened the door, silently took out a cigarette and lit it, holding it in his mouth, his eyes empty and confused.

While the washing machine was working, Jiang Cheng took out the empty bucket of clothes and placed it by the stairs.

As if worried about blocking the narrow stairs, he kicked it lightly again and lifted the empty bucket close to the corner.

He turned around and saw the fat man's melancholy and confused half of his face. That face was full of stories.

"Fat man," Jiang Cheng said very naturally, "I can smell the aroma of pork ribs. Check to see if it's okay."

When the fat man heard this, he threw away the cigarette butt and turned around and walked into the kitchen. When he passed by Jiang Cheng, he stood for a few seconds and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

After a while, the aroma of meat came out, and the fat man came over with a piece of cloth and a steaming soup pot. Jiang Cheng put a piece of cloth on the table in advance.

The soup pot was placed squarely on the cloth, and then the fat man brought out a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes and two large bowls of rice.