On the way home, Lao Zhu and Zhang Xiaoqiang were walking down the street with cigarettes in their mouths, swinging and swinging.
Everyone and the pig are in a good mood. Today is the most "fulfilling" meal the old pig has had since he went down to the next world.
Zhang Xiaoqiang also relied on Lao Zhu's outstanding performance to solve the food ration problem for the next week.
After arriving home, Lao Zhu League of Legends ate, while Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried back to the house to rest in preparation for the big event tomorrow morning.
According to customary etiquette, it is best to visit a patient during the day. On the one hand, the patient will be energetic just after waking up in the morning; on the other hand, it will also bring blessings for a speedy recovery.
So the next morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang got up early, took out the mud-bundled chicken that had been marinated all night, built a small stove on the balcony, and roasted the chicken using the rough dead leaves he picked up.
This baking process is quite difficult. To be honest, such backward cooking methods are rare in today's society even in rural areas.
But it is undeniable that it is this most primitive and natural barbecue method that can best preserve the original deliciousness of the ingredients.
After the mud outside the chicken was covered with roasted black paint, Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly picked up the stick and pulled out the mud-wrapped chicken. At this point, the entire production process of the beggar's chicken was completed.
Looking at the black coal bricks in front of him, which looked like cultural relics unearthed from the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't feel depressed at all.
He was worried and asked the old man: "Are you sure this thing can be given away?"
The old man immediately gave a very constructive answer: "Well, I haven't eaten it either, but judging from the quality, it should be... not bad."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was used to the old man's rude way of speaking, and he held his head in despair:
Mother Earth is cheating... Uh, no... protect me!
That’s all, it’s death anyway! If you can't bear the child, you can't trap the wolf; if you can't bear the courage, you can't catch the girl! The success or failure this time depends on this "black brick" transaction.
After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think too much, just found a relatively clean plastic bag and threw the beggar's chicken in.
The old pig was still on the sofa continuing the "self-cultivation of a pig", snoring heavily and melodiously.
In order not to disturb the "Pig Fighter" who had been fighting in Runeterra all night, Zhang Xiaoqiang made simple preparations, threw a note and left with the gift.
The rising sun outside felt warm on his body. Zhang Xiaoqiang boarded the No. 234 bus and rushed to the city first.
The journey was not bad. On the early morning of the weekend, most of the students were still expressing their life ideals with Zhou Gong, so the car was quite empty. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a seat and arrived smoothly with squinting eyes.
After changing cars, it was already 7:30 in the morning. All the adults and aunties from morning exercises returned, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's good days came to an end.
After getting on the bus, he was wrapped in the flow of people and moved forward swaying all the way.
After two stops, more and more passengers boarded the train. In order to prevent the "gift" from being crowded, Zhang Xiaoqiang tried his best to resist.
Unfortunately, everyone was overly enthusiastic, even though Zhang Xiaoqiang tried his best to protect them, but it was still difficult to resist the various collisions coming from around them.
In desperation, he could only shout a warning at the top of his voice: "Everyone, slow down! Slow down! Don't squeeze my cock, don't squeeze my cock!"
Finally, an old lady in front of him couldn't stand listening anymore. She turned her face away, frowned and said angrily: "Who squeezed your cock! Who squeezed your cock! I'm dead now, do you believe it?"
Speechless!
Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was feeling depressed, a stream of consciousness flashed through his mind.
Don't worry, host. After being deposed, I can teach you the supreme method of mind and control the world.
Wow, this is so awesome! Who
Full of excitement, he looked forward and saw a row of big characters:
The sun rises in the east, I am the only one who is undefeated!
Damn it! Eastern leader!
The tiger's body suddenly trembled, Zhang Xiaoqiang moved backwards several parking spaces, and did not stop until the cat entered in front of a girl's seat.
Huh~, it’s so damn scary. If you give me the Sunflower Manual, should I learn it or not
The car continued to roll, and all Zhang Xiaoqiang's thoughts were focused on the plastic bag in his hand.
What was there was a "pleasure feast" that he had spent most of his possessions on to prepare. To put it bluntly, whether he could win the battle against Qin Puze for chasing girls today all depended on this bag of chicken.
Suddenly, a clicking sound came from the noisy car. With many years of experience, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately judged from the frequency of the rapid abnormal noise that it was WeChat Shake.
He subconsciously looked down, and sure enough, the girl in front of him was holding an IPHONE and moving her fingers together happily.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaoqiang came up with a plan. He silently took out the 2G version of the limited edition Nokia N95 mobile phone in his pocket, opened WeChat, turned it to mute, and shook it twice calmly.
Immediately, a row of various girls with thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared one after another. Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced sideways at the girl sitting on the seat, and as expected, found the matching avatar in the list.
At the moment, he grinned and typed with one finger: Saitama, one of the daily hexagrams. Today you are on the No. 14 bus, holding a black leather bag and wearing a fringed skirt. Please get off the bus quickly, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster.
Three minutes later, as soon as the car pulled into the station, the girl turned pale and ran away from the car in fear, carrying her bag.
Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the situation and "ascended to the throne", hiding his "merit and fame" deeply.
With his quick wit and keen insight, he finally managed to get the chicken to the target site without any danger.
After getting off the car, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a long breath and felt relieved.
The hospital is still so popular, and there is never a shortage of customers here 365 days a year.
He took the elevator to the top by a familiar route, and when he arrived, he happened to bump into the nurse who was on duty that day.
Then, I saw the little nurse backing away as if she was irritated, and at the same time, she pointed her fingers and stammered: "You, you, you, you..."
She muttered the word "you" at least a dozen times, but without waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to interrupt, the little nurse suddenly turned around and ran towards the nurse's station: "He's here, he's here again!"
Speechless! Looking at the little nurse running away in fear, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood there in confusion.
What kind of situation is this! ? He really wanted to find someone to make sure... This floor was really not a psychiatric department
Ignoring the vigilant glances of the passing doctors, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked toward Room 408 as if no one was there.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a familiar voice coming from inside:
"Haha, Uncle Su, I have been busy with Leng Che's work these days and have no time to come to the hospital to see you. Last week, I heard from Director Huang that your condition has improved. Leng Che and I are very happy. So what... Thanks to Director Huang's superb medical skills , Director, don’t leave after work today, I’ve already reserved a seat at the Monopoly, and you must come over to show your respect.”
"Xiao Qin, you don't need to be so polite. It is our doctor's duty to treat illnesses and save people. Being able to save Mr. Su from death this time can be considered as a disgrace to my title as a doctor."
"Director Huang, you are just too humble. I have heard other people talking in private. If it hadn't been for your wonderful rejuvenation this time, Uncle Su's illness would not have improved so quickly."
After saying this, the ward door creaked open, and Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in with a sneer while holding a vinyl bag.
(End of chapter)