On days when Ling Ran is not in a hurry for surgery or ward rounds, he doesn't have to worry about going to work.

This can be said to be the standard treatment for doctors above deputy senior level. Doctors with their own medical team are like officers with their own team. They can practice in any way they want.

By the time he took a leisurely shower, brushed his teeth, and washed his hands with soap, the chefs below had already prepared a table of food and then disappeared without a trace, like a real army.

Father Jin was fascinated by what he saw. When he stood next to the short and chubby Ling Jiezhou, he felt as if he was a head shorter than him. He asked curiously: "Your Majesty, did you come back from abroad?"

"No." Ling Jiezhu smiled and asked, "Come and have something to eat?"

"No, no, I'm bringing the chef with me too." Father Jin's voice was a little soft, and he looked at the chef from Shengyuan behind him.

Ling Jiezhou also saw it, nodded friendly to the other party, and said with a smile: "It is now popular for you to bring a chef. Don't say it, I just don't like to play with these mobile apps. Otherwise, it would be better to order food on my phone than to cook it myself.

It’s easy, the food is delicious, and there are activities from time to time.”

Father Jin looked at Ling Jiezhou in disbelief and said, "Didn't you invite these dozen chefs?"

"Look what you said, just have breakfast. Who needs a dozen chefs? I have the money. I can hire one a day. If not, just hire one every three days." Ling Jie porridge shook his head: "I can cook it myself.

For porridge, ask the master to make a few more steamed buns and so on, so that we can have two more meals tomorrow and the day after tomorrow... You can also save on cooking, or get more steamed ones, and you can still eat the rest at noon and evening..."

Father Jin's expression gradually changed as he listened to Ling Jiezhou's nagging.

Although he did come into contact with some special people and had special hobbies, to be honest, inviting a dozen chefs to come to his home to make breakfast was something so special that it was obviously not the style of a particularly frugal person.

Father Jin couldn't help but be a little confused: "Listen to what you mean, could it be that this is the chef who delivers food to Meituan? What is the event price?"

"I think 30 yuan is the most." Ling Jiezhou calculated and said, "I just ordered a portion of millet porridge and a few vegetarian steamed buns. It can't be too expensive. Any more expensive is unreasonable, right, son."

Ling Jiezhu saw Ling Ran and waved him over.

"I just ordered millet porridge and vegetarian steamed buns." Ling Ran heard half of the conversation and gave his father a positive answer. He nodded to Jin's father and Huang Maoshi without any intention of asking questions.

When he first woke up, Ling Ran's desire to talk, which was not much in the first place, became even lower.

He sat on the table by himself, shouted "I'll eat first", grabbed the bun and started eating.

The Ling family does not require a sense of ritual when serving food.

Neither do they hold hands and pray before eating like foreigners do, nor do they ask their elders to pick up the food first like traditional Chinese do.

The Ling family has always eaten together with a group of people, just like crossing the road.

The Ling family's small clinic used to be extremely busy. Whether it was Ling Ran's grandfather or his father, Ling Jiezhu, they would often be called away half-way through their meals.

There are many reasons for patients to call for help. They are running out of fluids, needing needle rolling, or they just want a quilt or a pillow, or they have a pain in their head, or if a kitten runs into the yard, they will scream.

For doctors or owners of small clinics, there is no need to think too much about priorities. Just be there when called. This is a rule that goes without saying.

Of course, more often than not, a large number of patients come in at noon and evening, so that no one has time to put food on the table.

Small clinics are aimed at residents in the community. Except for the elderly, adults usually do not take up working hours to see a doctor. The lunch and afternoon meal times are the times when there are many patients.

Ling Ran used to often sit and eat alone. Today, when he looked at Father Jin and Huang Maoshi, he didn't mean to say hello, so he scooped a bowl of porridge for himself, then grabbed the vegetarian buns with clean hands and ate them.

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Ling Jie Zhou's nose twitched twice and said: "The millet porridge smells very fragrant."

"There is a charcoal fire on the pick. Along the way, the charcoal fire is swaying, and the porridge is also swaying, as if it is being stirred constantly. It is heated evenly and the porridge is cooked through." Shengyuan's chefs are all.

If you have a good background, you can guess what the other party is doing by watching from a distance.

Huang Maoshi swallowed his saliva and said, "So, the millet porridge they sent is better than the one cooked in the kitchen?"

"Then don't underestimate the snack selection in the past. A person may only sell such a selection of things in his lifetime. Even if he doesn't think about it every day, he still has something of his own." The chef from Shengyuan Restaurant paused and said:

"The best thing is to walk on someone's back, especially the stone roads in the south, which are swaying and ups and downs, and the mix is ​​the most even. They came here on bicycles today, and the speed was a little too fast, which was not good enough."

"Huh..." Ling Ran blew on the bottom of the bowl and finished the bowl of porridge, then leaned over and scooped up another bowl.

Comrade Ling Jiezhu joined in without hesitation, scooping porridge, eating steamed buns, picking up vegetables, and his belly button wrinkled up from the fragrant smell.

Master Huang Mao smelled the smell, slid to the table, and said with a smile: "Uncle, let me help you scoop the porridge."

As he spoke, he scooped a bowl of porridge for Ling Jie, and then scooped a bowl for himself.

"Mr. Jin, sit down, sit down." Huang Maoshi greeted the dean's brother-in-law again. Although it seems that he is not needed, it is good to have a good relationship.

Several people were sitting on the table in the courtyard, drinking vigorously and swiping all the food on the table.

"What time will you go to work today?" Ling Jie finished eating the porridge, then leaned on the chair and drank tea comfortably.

Ling Ran thought about it and said, "I'll go after reading the rest of the book."

He stayed up late last night, read a book, and used energy potion.

As he harvested more and more energy potions, Ling Ran's use of energy potions became wider.

"Take some rest when you have time." Ling Jiezu said, and then added: "I'll leave before noon."

"meeting……"

"Oh, that's good. Your mother and I have booked an Italian restaurant for lunch. Also, people from the decoration company will come to measure the dimensions in the afternoon."

Mr. Jin's eyes became serious: "Do you want to decorate?"

"right."

"Clinic decoration, this is a commercial decoration, our company has done this kind of project." Mr. Jin's tone became smoother, and he said with a smile: "Don't tell me, we usually do relatively large-scale projects, but if it is...

As for Dr. Ling’s clinic, it’s no problem for me to bring a team over. It will definitely be better, faster and cheaper than the decoration company you are looking for now.”

Ling Jie Zhou didn’t answer immediately.

Mr. Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Ling Ran, then asked with a smile: "Which decoration company are you using now?"

"Pulin Design Office." Ling Jie said.

"Pulin? Yunhua's Pulin?" Mr. Jin's voice was raised two degrees and four-three centimeters.

Ling Jiezhou nodded.
Chapter completed!