Galactic Garbage Station Chapter 25: Food therapy
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Over a hundred mice rushed into the restaurant, the scene can be said to be very spectacular.
The brightly dressed men and women screamed one by one, and one woman was directly scared and passed out. Everyone fled around. The table and chairs fell and the dishes were broken. The scene was in chaos.
This group of mice seems to have the same purpose. They climbed over some steaks that fell on the ground, all ignored.
Some rushed to where Su Jing was sitting, jumped onto the table, and surrounded the bottle of pepper that Su Jing had taken.
The other part rushed in front of Zhao Jun, staring at Zhao Jun and Boss Li.
"Guru"
Both Zhao Jun and Boss Li swallowed saliva and were shocked by this scene for a second.
Then they reacted at the same time and turned to escape. They didn't move. The mice quickly caught up, and several more aggressive ones jumped to Zhao Jun and climbed to the pocket of Zhao Jun.
Some of the cleanliness Zhao Jun almost got crazy by being jumped on by several mice, screaming like a woman, shaking his body frantically, trying to get rid of the mouse on his body. Although it succeeded in throwing off one or two, the running speed slowed down, and more rats jumped on him. In order to grasp him firmly, these rats broke his clothes and baby skin, and even had a few bites. Off him.
Boss Li was not attacked by any mouse and escaped successfully. When he turned back and saw the miserable state of Zhao Jun, he could not help but inhale the cool air. He naturally dared not rush up to help himself, and turned back to the waiters: "What are you still doing, go up and save Young Master Zhou."
All employees backed away, their heads shaking like rattles.
What a joke, who dares to go up with such a brutal group of rats?
I am a waiter professional, and I receive service staff, but not rodent control.
"Aaahhh!"
Zhao Jun cried and cried, lying on the floor and rolling, maddening.
Many mice were crushed to death by him, but these mice still refused to talk.
It took almost a minute for the group of mice to disperse, leaving Zhao Jun lying on the ground breathless.
No one on the scene noticed that in the chaos just now, a rat bit the pocket of Zhao Jun and quickly ate his stomach with a small piece of meat.
Another group of mice also scattered, but the bottle of pepper has been broken.
"What the **** is going on?" Zhao Jun stood up and roared. He was now ragged and covered in clothes. baby skin was covered with red bite marks. It looked very embarrassed, not to mention advanced. The restaurant is gone, and the street fast food restaurant will not let him in.
"Lao Tzu wants to ask, what the **** is going on?" Boss Li glanced at the messy restaurant. His eyes were red. He had just drove away the big man, but he hadn't had time to bear the big man. Anger, this kind of thing happened again. This kind of high-end restaurant, even if there is a mouse, the business will be greatly affected, and it will take a long time to recover. With such a large group of mice, it can be said that the business has been destroyed by more than half. Eat in the restaurant?
"A'Jing, you breathe a sigh of relief." After leaving the restaurant, Zhu Jianhua was still a little bit resentful.
"Oh, what's wrong with them, they will get retributed sooner or later." Su Jing smiled faintly.
"Yes, this kind of shop that deliberately embarrasses customers will not survive long." Mr. Wang responded lightly. He didn't care much about his words Su Jing and Zhu Jianhua and the others. Only Lin Cai'er, who knows the identity of Mr. Wang, thought That western restaurant is over. But what Lin Cai'er and Mr. Wang do n’t know is that the western restaurant is almost finished now.
"Sorry Mr. Su, I didn't expect Zhao Jun to use this low-level method." Shen Jiayao apologized.
"It's okay, I didn't care about it, just eat in another place." Su Jing said indifferently.
"I know there is a restaurant with good taste." Mr. Wang said, this time led by Mr. Wang, to another high-end restaurant, this restaurant has a variety of traditional Chinese cuisine, the taste is very good, everyone is very happy to eat . After eating and drinking, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, Mr. Wang all rushed to pay, but because Mr. Wang is an old customer here, he eventually bought the bill.
The cooperation between Shen Jiayao and Su Jing's has been completely negotiated, and it is said that let Zhu Jianhua send some stray animals to Su Jing home tomorrow, and by the way, bring the Su Jing pets back to Perfect Pet Paradise. All you have to say is good, so Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua Liu Yin then resigned and returned to Pet Paradise, leaving room for Su Jing and Mr. Wang to talk privately.
"Mr. Wang, if you have anything to do with me, let's just say it." Su Jing said.
"This is what happened." Mr. Wang paused a little, and seemed to think about the wording, and then said, "I have a five and a half year old son. Since December last year, I have begun to dislike eating, and at first thought It ’s just that the kid is awkward. Later, he always vomits when he eats, and we took him to the hospital for examination, only to realize that he had anorexia. Since then, my son has n’t had a good meal. Nutrition. Yesterday evening, my friend Zhou Xian brought a piece of fish porridge, my son actually ate it all, and wanted to eat it after eating, the whole person's mental state was much better, Zhou Xian told me, this Fish fillet porridge is from Mr. Su, so I would like to invite Mr. Su to be my son ’s personal chef, and urge Mr. Su to fulfill it. As for the salary, it ’s up to you. ”
"It turned out to be like this." Su Jing suddenly realized that Zhou Xian packed the fish fillet porridge, not brought it back to eat for himself. The fish fillet porridge cooked by himself, even people who have anorexia ate it and wanted to eat it. I didn't expect it. However, Su Jing doesn't want to concentrate on being a chef, let alone being a private chef. As for the salary issue, Su Jing doesn't care too much. Although he wants to make money, he really doesn't want to cut a knife on a sick little boy. "Is your son's anorexia due to psychological problems or physical problems?"
"It is anorexia in children, which is a digestive dysfunction, which is a physiological problem." Although Mr. Wang does not understand why Su Jing asks this question, he still answered truthfully.
"Well, then I will give him a period of diet to see if it works." They came to the door, and they are so polite, Su Jing is not bad, but I do n’t want to waste it on others. I have too much time, so I hope to find a cure. If it is mainly a psychological problem, then Su Jing is certainly helpless, but it is mainly a physical problem, which may be solved by itself.
"Then thank you very much Mr. Su." Mr. Wang overjoyed, excitedly said, "Mr. Su, do not hide from you, my son is in the next door Yunhua Hospital, and I and the owner of this restaurant give me face, Mr. Su can cook here, I want whatever ingredients I want. "
"Uh ..." Su Jing was stunned for a while, and this Mr. Wang dare to choose this restaurant long ago, but shook his head and said, "The food therapy is not ordinary ingredients, and I am not used to other people ’s kitchen utensils. , Come home with me? "
"It's okay." Mr. Wang chose this restaurant just for convenience. It's Su Jing's choice.
Mr. Wang let the driver drive the BMW and send the Su Jing home. The Su Jing entered the kitchen alone. It only took ten or twenty minutes to prepare a dish and put it in the lunch box. When he took the lunch box out , Mr. Wang took over like a treasure.
"I won't pass, you take it to your son to eat, if it works, come to me to take it again." Su Jing said.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Su." Mr. Wang was anxious about his son and drove away with the lunch box.
After more than half an hour, Mr. Wang came to the senior Yunhua Hospital401 ward and saw a skinny little boy lying on the bed, sitting next to a slightly haggard beautiful woman, and a middle-aged doctor giving the little boy Pulse.
Mr. Wang took the lunch box forward and asked the middle-aged doctor. After all, he was the attending doctor. Even if he had to go on a diet, he had to be informed.
After listening, the middle-aged doctor frowned suddenly: "Even if people do n’t look at it in person, they do n’t listen to their pulses, their heartbeats, or their faces, they rashly start diet therapy, no matter whether it ’s Chinese medicine or Western medicine. , This is just nonsense! "