Over a hundred rats rushed into the restaurant, and the scene was quite spectacular.
The well-dressed men and women screamed in fright, and one woman was even fainted from fright. Everyone fled in all directions, tables and chairs fell down, dishes were broken, and the scene was chaotic.
This group of mice seemed to have a purpose, crawling over some steaks that fell on the ground, without caring.
Some of them rushed to where Su Jing was sitting before, jumped on the table, and surrounded the bottle of pepper that Su Jing had taken.
The other part rushed to Zhao Jun and stared at Zhao Jun and Boss Li eagerly.
"Gulu"
Zhao Jun and Boss Li both swallowed their saliva and were stunned by this scene for a second.
Then they reacted at the same time, turned around and ran away. Fortunately, they didn't move. When they did, the mice quickly chased after him. Some of the more aggressive ones jumped on Zhao Jun and crawled towards Zhao Jun's pocket.
Zhao Jun, who was a bit obsessed with germs, almost went crazy when several mice jumped on him. He screamed like a woman and shook his body wildly, trying to shake off the mice. Although he did succeed in throwing off one or two, his running speed slowed down, and more rats jumped on him. In order to get a firm grip on him, these rats scratched his clothes and skin, and some even bit him. on him.
Boss Li was not attacked by any rats and managed to escape. When he looked back and saw Zhao Jun's miserable condition, he couldn't help but gasp. Naturally, he did not dare to rush forward to help himself. He turned around and said to the waiters: "What are you doing standing still? Go up and save Mr. Zhao."
All the employees stepped back, shaking their heads like rattles.
Are you kidding? Who dares to go up to such a ferocious group of rats
I work as a waiter and I get paid as a waiter, but I am not a rodent exterminator.
"Ah!"
Zhao Jun cried and screamed, lying on the ground and rolling around, looking like he was crazy.
Many rats were crushed to death by him, but these rats still refused to let go.
After nearly a minute, the group of mice suddenly dispersed, leaving Zhao Jun lying on the ground out of breath.
No one present noticed that in the chaos just now, a mouse bit open Zhao Jun's pocket, took a small piece of meat and quickly ate it.
Another group of rats also dispersed, but the pepper bottle was completely broken.
"What the fuck is going on?" Zhao Jun stood up and roared. His clothes were in tatters now, and his skin was covered with red bite marks. He looked very embarrassed, let alone look like this. It's a high-end restaurant, and even street fast food restaurants won't let him in.
"I still want to ask, what is going on with this ****?" Boss Li glanced at the chaotic restaurant, his eyes were red. He had just driven the big shot away, but he had not had time to bear the big shot. He was so angry that something like this happened again. In such a high-end restaurant, if even one rat appears, the business will be greatly affected, and it will take a long time to recover. If such a large group of rats appears, it can be said that more than half of the business has been destroyed. After all, who dares to come to such a swarm of rats? Eating in a restaurant
"Ah Jing, thank you for holding your breath." After leaving the western restaurant, Zhu Jianhua was still a little angry and dissatisfied.
"Haha, why are you angry with them? They will suffer retribution sooner or later." Su Jing smiled faintly.
"Yes, this kind of store that deliberately embarrasses customers will not survive for long." Mr. Wang responded lightly. Su Jing, Zhu Jianhua and others did not pay much attention to his words. Only Lin Cai, who knew Mr. Wang's identity, Son, I thought that the Western restaurant was over. But what Lin Cai'er and Mr. Wang didn't know was that the Western restaurant was almost finished now.
"Sorry Mr. Su, I didn't expect Zhao Jun to use such low-level tactics." Shen Jiayao said apologetically.
"It's okay, I don't take it to heart, just eat somewhere else." Su Jing said calmly.
"I know there is a restaurant that tastes good." Mr. Wang said. This time, Mr. Wang led him to another high-end restaurant. This restaurant has a variety of traditional Chinese delicacies that taste very good. Everyone enjoyed their meal very much. After eating and drinking, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Mr. Wang all rushed to pay the bill, but because Mr. Wang was an old customer here, he paid the bill in the end.
The cooperation between Shen Jiayao and Su Jing has been fully negotiated. It has also been agreed that Zhu Jianhua will send some sheltered stray animals to Su Jing's house tomorrow and take the pets raised by Su Jing back to the Perfect Pet Paradise. Everything has been agreed, so Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Liu Yin took their leave and returned to the pet paradise, leaving room for Su Jing and Mr. Wang to talk privately.
"Mr. Wang, if you have anything to do with me, you might as well just tell me." Su Jing said.
"Here's the thing." Mr. Wang paused for a moment, as if thinking about his wording, and then said, "I have a five-and-a-half-year-old son. Since December last year, he has started not liking to eat. At first, he thought it was just a child. The child got into trouble, and later he kept vomiting after eating. We took him to the hospital for a check-up, and we found out that he had anorexia. Since then, my son has never had a good meal, and he basically relies on intravenous drips to maintain nutrition. Yesterday evening, my friend Zhou Xian brought a piece of fish fillet porridge. My son actually ate it all and wanted to eat more. His mental state also improved a lot. Zhou Xian told me that this fish fillet The porridge was made by Mr. Su, so I would like to ask Mr. Su to be my son's personal chef, and I beg him to do it. As for the salary, it's up to you."
"So that's it." Su Jing suddenly realized that it turned out that Zhou Xian packed the fish fillet porridge away, instead of taking it back to eat by himself. The fish fillet porridge he cooked, even people with anorexia ate it and wanted to eat it. It's really true. did not expect. However, Su Jing didn't want to concentrate on being a chef, let alone a personal chef. As for the salary issue, Su Jing didn't care too much. Although she wanted to make money, she really didn't want to go under the knife on a sick little boy. After thinking about it, He asked, "Is your son's anorexia caused by a psychological problem or a physical problem?"
"It's anorexia in children. It's a digestive disorder and a physiological problem." Although Mr. Wang didn't understand why Su Jing asked this, he still answered truthfully.
"That's it. Then I'll give him a period of dietary therapy to see if it has any effect." He came to the door and was so polite. Su Jing didn't want to help, but she didn't want to waste too much time on others. It takes a lot of time, so I hope to find a cure. If it was mainly a psychological problem, then Su Jing would definitely be helpless, but if it was mainly a physical problem, maybe she could solve it by herself.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Su." Mr. Wang was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Mr. Su, to tell you the truth, my son is in Zhongyun Huakang Hospital next door, and the owner of this restaurant and I give me face, Mr. Su can When cooking here, just ask for any ingredients you want."
"Uh..." Su Jing was stunned for a moment, wishing that Mr. Wang had already chosen this restaurant, but she shook her head and said, "The ingredients used in the diet therapy are not ordinary ingredients, and I am not used to using other people's kitchen utensils. Shall I go home?"
"Okay." Mr. Wang chose this restaurant just for convenience. Su Jing had the final say on what to do.
Mr. Wang asked the driver to drive a BMW and take Su Jing home. Su Jing went into the kitchen alone. In only ten or twenty minutes, he prepared a dish and put it in a lunch box. When he took out the lunch box , Mr. Wang took it as if he had found a treasure.
"I won't go there. You can take it to your son. If it works, come and get it from me." Su Jing said.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Su." Mr. Wang was worried about his son and drove away with his lunch box.
More than half an hour later, Mr. Wang arrived at the senior ward 401 of Zhongyun Huakang Hospital and saw a thin little boy lying on the bed, a slightly haggard beautiful woman sitting next to him, and a middle-aged doctor giving medical treatment. The little boy takes his pulse.
Mr. Wang came forward with a lunch box and asked the middle-aged doctor. After all, he was the attending doctor. Even if he wanted to undergo dietary therapy, he had to notify him.
After hearing this, the middle-aged doctor suddenly frowned: "You don't even look at the person in person, you don't feel the pulse, the heartbeat, or the face, and then you just talk about dietary therapy. Neither Chinese medicine nor Western medicine has this kind of medical treatment. This is simply It’s nonsense!”