At the beginning, Lu Zhicheng suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. In less than ten days, he lost weight and lost his appearance. The young man with thin skin and tender flesh turned into dehydrated soybean sprouts in an instant. Let alone a doctor, he was Zhou Chi was so anxious that he almost grew white hair. Zhou Ran and Liu Changsheng were also anxious. Zhou Ran even washed his hands and made soup to serve this noble prince. At that time, Zhou Chi was so anxious that he was thinking Do you want to write to the capital and ask Lu Zhishan if he wants to take Lu Zhicheng back? However, changing generals before the battle is a taboo for military strategists, and it will inevitably affect morale.
Just when Zhou Chi was in a dilemma, Lu Zhicheng stood up from the hospital bed. Although he was as thin as a handful of bones, he was very energetic. Although the military doctor refused to allow him to go to the front line, he finally got out of the hospital. Guangxi, followed the southwestern army and entered Yunnan.
Zhou Chi was afraid that he would not be used to the food of southern Xinjiang, so he wanted to match him with a northern cook, but Lu Zhicheng did not agree. His status was already eye-catching in the military camp, and it would naturally be even more unsightly if he brought a private cook with him. , Zhou Chi didn't insist, he just personally cooked a jar of northern pickles for Lu Zhicheng, which he happened to bring over when he came to deliver food and grass last time.
At this time, looking at Lu Zhicheng's table, there was only white rice and a plate of pickles. What was there that Zhou Chi didn't understand
"Haha, I didn't know I was so delicate before," Lu Zhicheng scratched his head in embarrassment and said to Zhou Chi with a smile, "But Zhou Chi, this pickle is really delicious. I heard that you made it yourself. You and me Who learned it? Sister Zhou Ran?”
"Otherwise, who else can I learn from?" Zhou Chi said calmly.
Lu Zhicheng chuckled: "Zhou Chi, if you make pickles that are so delicious, then any of your stir-fried dishes must be even more delicious, right? Your Mrs. Zhou will be really lucky in the future. I'm really jealous..."
Zhou Chi raised his eyebrows reluctantly: "...How about I cook some vegetables for you?"
Lu Zhicheng was immediately happy: "Then I'll trouble Brother Zhou!"
The corner of Zhou Chi's mouth twitched: "..."
I just know that your kid is trying to be attentive for nothing.
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The general's tent in Zhennan.
Zhou Chi looked at Lu Zhicheng opposite, who was devouring his food so shamelessly, and couldn't help but frown. He couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered: "Slow down, don't choke, you are just like a starving ghost." Similar."
"It's okay, there's egg drop soup," Lu Zhicheng smiled at Zhou Chi, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and then continued to eat the rice with his head down, his mouth was full of food, and his words were slurred, "Zhou Chi Chi, let me tell you, ten... ten royal chefs can't catch up with you... Hiccup... Even a fried egg is so delicious... Hiccup... "
Zhou Chi couldn't help but curled his lips, thinking that this kid was actually quite interesting. He poured a cup of tea himself and sipped it sip by mouth, watching him eat as if watching a play.
When Lu Zhicheng finally finished his meal, Zhou Chi also finished his cup of tea. Seeing Lu Zhicheng finish his meal, Zhou Chi put down his tea cup and stood up to leave: "If nothing happens, I'll go back first. "
"Are you leaving now?" Lu Zhicheng was stunned, "Didn't you just come here?"
"It will take at least five or six days to go back to Guangxi from here. How can I spend my free time with you? There are still a lot of things to do in Guangxi," Zhou Chi said, paused, and then said, "In half a month, , I’ll send someone to deliver food and grass again.”
Lu Zhicheng's face suddenly fell: "What? You won't come by then?"