Qin Puze was very embarrassed. There was nothing left for him to survive at the moment: "Uh, I..."
"Haha," Su Lengche hid her mouth and smiled. She pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang who was squatting on the ground and "knocking": "Grandpa, you think it should be Xiaoqiang."
Hearing the goddess calling him, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very excited, and the movements of his hands became a little numb.
"Xiaoqiang?" Su Bingkun glanced at his granddaughter uncertainly, and then the black and numb mass appeared in his mind.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang, after struggling for a long time, was finally done. He stood up and moved Qin Puze's stack of high-end goods slightly away, then put his big vinyl bag on it.
"Grandpa Su, why don't you try this from me?"
"It's a joke! You're a piece of trash and you're on the stage!"
"Yes! Mr. Su is still in the recovery period, and various functions are being rebuilt. Eating this unknown thing is too harmful. Besides, this chicken fat is greasy and not good for the stomach. Throw it away immediately!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Director Huang, and laughed dryly: "Haha, Director Huang, how many days have we not seen you and started learning Chinese medicine? Okay, in this case, I'll just say it... Not only is it okay for Grandpa Su to eat these , and it will also help him recover quickly, what do you think? Are you interested in betting with me again?"
The memory of the last time Director Huang was slapped in the face still left a deep impression on him. Now when he was under the hospital, the doctors and nurses looked at him strangely, and the culprit who put him in this situation was the young man in front of him.
"Xiaoqiang, don't think that last time..."
"Well, the chicken tastes very refreshing. It's oily but not greasy. It has a full texture and the meat tastes light and fragrant."
Qin Puze had just started to fight for Director Huang, but he never thought that Su Bingkun could not help but be intoxicated by the delicious taste of the chicken in his hands.
"Haha, that fragrance should be the mushrooms and wild vegetables stuffed in the chicken belly."
"Oh?" Su Bingkun opened the cut under the belly of the chicken with curiosity, and sure enough, it was full of stuffing: "Hey, there are really a lot of things in here?"
"Well, taking into account your recovery needs, grandpa, I added a few more medicinal materials in it, so you can just eat this chicken and it will definitely not cause any burden on your stomach." After saying that, Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at Director Huang with a smile. One glance.
"Grandpa, is this chicken really that delicious?" Su Lengche was very surprised. She really couldn't imagine that the black mud-covered chicken could make her grandfather so "hungry".
You know, these days, she has been worrying about her grandfather's food. The good and expensive ones are like being in the hospital, but Su Bingkun just can't work up his appetite.
At this time, Su Bingkun was fully immersed in the cause of eating chicken. He had no spare words to answer his granddaughter's questions and just nodded vigorously.
As a result, a rather dramatic scene occurred.
Su Bingkun was indifferent to the nourishing meal carefully customized by famous doctors and chefs.
He just pointed at the clay-baked chicken wrapped in a plastic bag and ate it.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Qin Puze's eyes almost popped out of his head. He had put in so much effort and spent nearly 100,000 yuan to prepare a "flattery" dinner, but in the end, he was no match for a chicken wrapped in mud that cost less than 100 yuan!
"It seems that Mr. Su has been in bed for a long time and his sense of taste has not yet recovered, so it is better to eat these heavy-flavored stall foods. After a while, I believe he will not touch them." Director Huang looked at the opportunity to attack Zhang Xiaoqiang.
But this time there was no need for Zhang Xiaoqiang to fight back. Su Bingkun stopped his mouth movements in admiration and waved the chicken leg vigorously: "Director Huang, you are wrong. You are an expert in medicine, but when it comes to food, I, Su Bingkun, should Considered a semi-expert.”
"Oh, that's right, Director Huang, my grandfather opened a restaurant before he got sick. He usually likes to study food and drink." In order to avoid embarrassment, Su Lengche explained in time.
"Xiaoqiang's chicken may not look impressive on the outside, but how deep is it on the inside? First of all, the heat. If I'm not mistaken, Xiaoqiang shouldn't be cooking with gas, right?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was also stunned, and then nodded: "Grandpa Su is very knowledgeable. I built this chicken in an earthen stove and grilled it with dead branches and leaves."
"Well, that's right. Ordinary gas firepower can't make it so smooth, tender and crispy. Secondly, in terms of ingredients, he stuffed the chicken belly with wild vegetables and other things to neutralize the fat of the chicken itself, which made it easy to eat. Sophisticated taste.”
"Yes, Grandpa Su, I did it out of this consideration."
Bullshit! Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know which one was right. If Hong Qigong hadn't given him this "Beggar's Chicken" card, he would have had trouble even killing the chicken, let alone the roasted chicken.
"Finally, it's about pharmacology. I'm an outsider in these, but I believe in Xiaoqiang's medical skills and the medicinal materials he prepares will definitely be beneficial to my recovery."
After explaining, Director Huang was completely exhausted.
What else could he say now? In Su Bingkun's eyes, the young man opposite him might have taken his place and become the attending physician.
"I really didn't expect that at this age, Xiaoqiang is not only good at medicine, but also good at cooking. Well, whoever can marry you will definitely be happy in the future."
As he spoke, Su Bingkun glanced at Su Lengche with his old, greasy cheeks.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was so excited that he almost burst into tears... No one else but your granddaughter!
Qin Puze wanted to slap someone now. He had done so many things, but Su Bingkun didn't even say a good word to him.
In anger, he really wasn't in the mood to see Zhang Xiaoqiang trying to please him, so he pretended to lift his sleeves and exclaimed, "Ah! It's already this time."
Hearing this, Su Bingkun looked sideways and asked, "What's the matter? Xiao Qin, what's the matter?"
Qin Puze hesitated for a few seconds, and finally replied reluctantly: "I just remembered that I made an appointment with a producer to meet Leng Che at noon, so..."
"Oh, this is a big deal, we can't keep people waiting. Leng Che, pack up and leave with Xiao Qin."
"But... Grandpa?"
"Hi~ Grandpa is fine. There are nurses and doctors here. Besides, your parents will be here soon. You can go and do your work. Don't worry about me."
"Yes, Leng Che, Director Huang will make arrangements here. I will send you over after the meeting is over."
"Okay then." Su Lengche picked up her handbag and turned to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang: "Where are you, Xiaoqiang?"
"I?"
"Let him go too!" Director Huang impatiently made a sign of driving him away: "Mr. Su is still weak now and needs to rest."
Now that Su Lengche has left, Zhang Xiaoqiang feels that it is boring to stay around. He follows the two of them downstairs. Qin Puze lets Su Lengche into the car, then puts on his sunglasses and teases: "I'm sorry, my car can only There are two people sitting there, so I can’t take you with me.”
Zhang Xiaoqiang waved his hand indifferently, pointed at the bus stop not far away, and replied with a slight smile: "You don't need to send it, hey, my special car is here!"
(End of chapter)