Cheng Qiao did not move into the school dormitory building, but continued to live in the military suite with Li Huan. As the weather got hotter, Li Huan's condition got better and better.
Although there was still no improvement in that aspect, Cheng Qiao had plenty of patience to wait. Plus, every month Cheng Liguo would bring Cheng Li here to see them, so time passed very smoothly.
In the blink of an eye, it was May, and Li Huan finished his meditation for the day. His progress had not been very fast during this period. He finally finished the third meditation posture, but he always felt that something was wrong.
He wanted to find Hu Laita to ask about it, but there was no news from Hu Laita. This also became a concern for Cheng Qiao. The day Hu Laita left, it was obvious that something happened to his health.
But Cheng Qiao is just a doctor, she still doesn't understand the advancement of the psychics, and apart from giving them some health pills, she has no other way.
Moreover, when Hu Laiti was not around, Li Huan would not let Cheng Qiao travel far alone unless she took him with her. So she didn't even dare to go to Qilian Mountain, the place she wanted to go the most. She already knew how powerful the psychics were and they would not give their lives away in vain.
It was only when Qin Daqiang came to knock on her door with a beautiful woman that Cheng Qiao learned about Hu Laita. As soon as the woman saw Cheng Qiao, she showed her ID.
The golden certificate flashed before Cheng Qiao's eyes. Although it was very fast, she saw the name on the certificate, Mu Handong. What a domineering name.
"My last name is Mu, and my name is Han Tong. You can call me Xiao Mu or Han Tong. I am Hu Laita's subordinate, and I was transferred here specifically to protect you."
"Miss Mu, where did Uncle Sloppy go? Is he safe?"
"Brother Hu is very good. He is in seclusion now, so he asked me to come over. I have been delayed in Minqin for some time, so please forgive me."
"Minqin"
"Yes, my daughter just transferred to Minqin this year and is in the same class as your son Cheng Li. They get along very well now, so I came here with peace of mind. But before I came here, there were people secretly guarding here."
"Oh, thank you, where do you live?"
"Brother Hu gave me his room, so I will stay here temporarily. After Brother Hu is released from confinement, I can go back to Minqin. There are people there who need my protection."
Cheng Qiao quickly shut up. There were many things that were not her place to ask. As long as she knew that Uncle Sloppy was fine, she would be satisfied. As for the rest, they were not her business.
"I'll treat you to a meal. Since you're new here, I have to do my best to be a good host."
Mu Handong didn't waste any time. He first threw his luggage into his room, and then followed Cheng Qiao to the only private restaurant there.
With the reform and opening up, everyone can do business. Some people with good vision and connections have started to walk on the road to wealth, and opening a restaurant is one of them.
The restaurant is not big. There are a few small tables near the doors and windows, two large round tables near the corner, and the kitchen is at the back. Even before dinner time, many people are already sitting in the restaurant.
"You two are students from the Medical University, right? Come on, there's an empty table here. Do you have a student ID? If you have one, you can get a 20% discount."
"I have"
Cheng Qiao showed her student ID. The restaurant owner looked at it, nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly handed Cheng Qiao a handwritten menu.
Cheng Qiao opened the menu and her eyes hurt a little. The words were written so poorly that she had to recognize them carefully. This must be crucian carp, but why was the word "fish" missing
This is sweet and sour pork ribs, right? There's something wrong with the vinegar. It turns out that the wine on the left that was missing three drops of water has become something else. No wonder it looks a little weird.
The boss was holding a notebook and a ballpoint pen, waiting for Cheng Qiao and the others to take their order. When he saw Cheng Qiao carefully reading the words on the menu, his face turned red like a monkey's butt.
"Girl, if you can help me write ten menus, I'll treat you two to dinner today, you see..."
Mu Hantong glanced at the restaurant owner and asked, "Aren't you afraid that they will order the most expensive dish and eat you out of money?"
The restaurant owner obviously didn't expect such serious consequences. The two girls were tall and thin with good figures. How much could they eat? A bowl of noodles would be enough.
Cheng Qiao gave the boss a joking look and said, "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond."
"Of course, I am a man and my words are second to none. Whoever regrets this will be the one."
Dad made a turtle swimming gesture, and when he saw Cheng Qiao nod, he quickly took out a stack of white paper. He wanted to use these to write the menu, but in the end he lost hope.
Cheng Qiao spread out the white paper and began to copy according to the order of the original menu. The five words "Deng's Restaurant" were written with such majestic momentum that the restaurant owner was so shocked that his eyes popped out.
Then the dishes were written one by one, with the dish on the left and the price on the right. Even the Arabic numerals were written so beautifully, each one round and looking very wealthy.
Cheng Qiao copied very quickly and finished one book in a short while, then started copying the second one. What surprised the boss most was that not only was the handwriting in the second book exactly the same as the first, but Cheng Qiao didn't even need to copy it and wrote out the menu directly.
The boss was worried that Cheng Qiao had made mistakes. After he looked through the dishes one by one, he couldn't find a single mistake. While the boss was looking for mistakes, Cheng Qiao finished writing three more menus.
Mu Hantong had already snatched the notebook from the boss and wrote down the dishes she wanted to eat. The restaurant had sixteen hot dishes, twelve cold dishes, as well as rice and noodles. Mu Hantong ordered most of them at once.
Mu Hantong's handwriting is actually quite good, but the restaurant owner felt his scalp tingling when he looked at the densely packed menu.
Is it too late to regret now? She glanced at Cheng Qiao and saw that she had written the last word on the last page. After the handwriting dried, she closed the menu and returned everything to the boss.
"I have copied all ten menus. Boss, you can take them and install them."
Seeing the boss's face turn into a bitter one in an instant, Cheng Qiao found it inexplicably funny. Mu Handong didn't say much. He took the teacup, filled it with water, and poured a cup for Cheng Qiao as well.
The two chatted and laughed until the dishes came one by one. They both tasted a bite. At this time, the two women had a much better impression of the boss.
I originally thought that the free food would have more salt and less oil, or even be made with less ingredients, but every dish served was not only filling but also tasted great, exactly the same as the ones served by the guests next to me.
Cheng Qiao had an average appetite and was basically full after eating a bowl of rice with some snacks and vegetables, but Mu Hantong was obviously a big eater. Cheng Qiao saw her eating one bowl after another, and although she was fast, she was not rude.
By the time every dish was cleared away, not only the customers and the boss in the restaurant, but even Cheng Qiao was a little surprised. Mu Handong's appetite was almost as much as that of their entire family combined.