Urban Romance

[The text of Chapter 1]

891 Chapter 890 Jiumen Snack Street

In the ward, Li Weishuang slept very sweetly. He still had hanging bottles, white gauze, and plaster on his legs to make him look like a mummy. Otherwise, his chest would have rhythmic undulations, which was really scary.

Li Feifei was worried that her father's cultivation would be disturbed. His voice was very low. She ran towards Su Ke. She had opened her hands, but when she saw Wan Qihong standing behind Su Ke, she dismissed the idea of ​​hugging and stood. Before Su Ke.

"Where's Auntie?"

Su Ke didn't see Zhao Hui in the ward, glanced around, and asked, "Where's the nurse?"

"My dad's company has a problem now. My mother went out to find a place where a video conference can be held. The auntie is now cooking!" Li Feifei nodded toward Wan Qihong and explained in a low voice.

"Oh!" Su Ke also knew in his heart that Li Weishuang now had a life in his bed, and his Shuangfeng Trading Company must have accumulated a large number of things that had not been dealt with. Li Weishuang's hand was gently pulled out of the quilt.

The three-finger size is closed, the portal is cut, and Li Weishuang's current physical condition is carefully felt. Previously, Su Ke's level was a bottle of less than half a bottle, and although he was proficient in theoretical knowledge and intermediate in acupuncture, he started from Not looking at myself as a doctor who can save people.

But now my medical skills have made great contributions, and acupuncture has reached a high level. Naturally, I have a little more confidence and started to consult Li Wei Shuangqian. After a few minutes, everything was clear to my chest. The current state is not good, but I have already It has developed for the better, and the pulse is stable.

This also allowed Su Ke to eliminate the idea of ​​helping himself. After all, Li Weishuang suffered a serious injury from a car accident. Western medicine surgery is relatively quicker. As for how to recover in the future, it will take some time to observe.

"Fifi, come and eat with us in a while! They said they would see me off, please have a big meal!" Su Ke began to keep his voice down, but after speaking, he saw that Li Fifi's face was a bit unnatural, hesitated After a long while, he turned down his invitation.

"No, you go eat! Now mom and auntie are not here. I have to take care of dad here!"

"It's okay, we can wait for the nurse's aunt to cook and come back!" Su Ke felt that Li Feifei could get acquainted with these people. When they returned to Weihai, they could take care of them.

Because Li Feifei has already taken a vacation from the school and needs to stay in Yanjing for at least half a month, she cannot always be alone and cannot find a friend.

"No, you go! I'm still a bit uneasy about my father!" It seems that Li Feifei has now made a decision. Su Ke thinks that there is no way but to follow her meaning.

Just where did he know, Li Feifei was a bit repulsive to Wan Qihong and Li Linglong. They felt that they were a small circle and could not integrate into it at all. Besides, she felt that Wan Qihong looked at Su Ke's eyes. It's not normal.

But when I thought of my father's hospital, Wan Qihong contacted me. I really shouldn't be grateful or hate her. In short, this feeling is very complicated.

Accompanying Li Feifei in the ward for a while, the nurses who were invited were only a middle-aged woman in her forties, who was specially contacted by the General Hospital of the Military Region. After training in caring for the patients, and eating, she appeared Very capable.

Speaking of the food prepared from the villa No. 6, the aroma overflowed, and smelling this aroma, Su Ke felt that his stomach had begun to send a signal of hunger, but Zhao Hui had not yet returned, and could only say hello to Li Feifei. This left the hospital.

"Where are we going?" In fact, Su Ke didn't know the destination for a while now, when Wan Qihong just told herself to treat, as to which restaurant is still being kept secret.

"Go to Houhai!" Wan Qihong had already changed her clothes when she came out. After all, there was a lot of inconvenience in wearing a military uniform. Putting on t-shirts and jeans was a good match for Su Ke.

"Houhai? What shall we eat?" Although he had navigation on his car, Wan Qihong, an authentic Yanjing native, led the way. It was safer. As he started the car, Su Ke turned his head and looked at the passenger seat. Wan Qihong.

"This time I will take you to eat a special Yanjing flavor! Come on, you!" With the deepening relationship with Su Ke, Wan Qihong became more and more open, her words and deeds, closer to the state of a young beautiful girl, Hit a ring finger and point at the command ahead.

"Get it!" Su Ke kicked the throttle and finally pulled it out, but only after Wan Qihong's directions came to Houhai and found out that the place where they were going to invite themselves was called Jiumen Snack.

Jiumen snacks are similar to Jiujie. I did not expect that they like Li Linglong, Cheng Meili, and Zhou Fang.

"Have you heard of tea soup plum, rice cake money, sheep's head horse, tofu brain white, cheese Weiwei or something?" Su Ke parked the car, Wan Qihong called Li Linglong and started to spread knowledge to Su Ke. At that time, Li Linglong were still missing.

"Well, Yanjing snacks are very famous!" Su Ke did know these. At this time, Wan Qihong already knew the specific location of Li Linglong. After hanging up the phone, she took Su Ke and started to kill.

The nine-door snack is about the authentic flavor of Yanjing. Just now Wan Qihong said all the old names, but now it has become a sacred place for tourists. Tourists from all over the country and even all over the world will come here to enjoy the old Yanjing. the taste of.

Fortunately, Li Linglong had occupied the place in advance, otherwise it would be difficult to find a shop where they could sit down and eat something.

"Come on! Come on!" Li Linglong raised his hand toward Su Ke and Wan Qihong. The small intestine is Chen, the most famous of which is the braised boiled fire. The small bowl is burnt white and red. The good year is passed down from generation to year, and it describes the generations of Beijing.

The store is not large, there are no private rooms, all in a hall, there are more than a dozen tables, and they are full of people, men and women, and foreigners. The Chinese food culture here can even be said to be a diet Communicating, not talking, laughing or lively, so that life in the hall is full of life.

"Wait a while, I just asked you to cook, wait a minute!" Li Linglong, Cheng Meili, and Zhou Fang, each having a large bowl in front of them, were enjoying themselves.

"You're too embarrassed to eat yourself!" Su Ke took a subconscious glance at the table of foreigners behind him when he sat down. There were four people in total, with golden hair and burly bodies. Instinctively, Sucker felt dangerous to all of them.

However, these people did not speak loudly, forming a sharp contrast with others, and using English. However, Su Ke had the reward of high school English proficiency, and was more curious about them, and he really understood them. A lot.

Upon hearing this, he could not help frowning, completely subconsciously tightening his body, and his strange performance immediately made Wan Qihong feel: "What's wrong?"

"Wait for me, I'll go out and make a call!" Su Ke motioned her not to act lightly, quickly walked out of the shop, took out her cell phone, and subconsciously looked at the four foreigners inside when she dialed the phone.