Chapter 100 Spare Ribs

When he got home, the porridge was just out of the pot. Fatty opened the lid and took a look. He thought it was just right, so he went upstairs to wake Jiang Cheng up.

Unexpectedly, when he was halfway there, he suddenly heard a sound in the bathroom.

When he turned around, the bathroom door opened and Jiang Cheng came out with his pants lifted up.

"Doctor," the fat man greeted enthusiastically, "You're up. Haven't you had breakfast yet?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head and stared at the fat man's face. After a few seconds, he glanced back at the bathroom door that was not closed yet, and said in a rhythmic tone: "Guess?"

The fat man thought Jiang Cheng might have misunderstood what he meant, so he quickly added: "Doctor, that's not what I meant."

After a pause, he stretched his neck and said: "I made porridge for you. You can have a bite in the morning, and then we'll have spare ribs at noon."

When he heard the word spare ribs, Jiang Cheng's face gradually became ruddy.

Originally, he wanted to use Chen Yao's name to scare Fatty, but he was worried that scaring Fatty would affect the taste of the spareribs at noon, so he gave up for the time being.

"Then I'll just make do with it," Jiang Cheng changed direction very politely and walked towards the office.

Perhaps because he had spareribs for lunch, Jiang Cheng rarely did not drink all the porridge, but gave a lot to Fatty.

"Doctor," the fat man swallowed the porridge in his mouth reluctantly, waved his hand and said, "Don't serve me more, I really can't drink it anymore."

"Drinking some porridge is good for your body," Jiang Cheng snatched the fat man's bowl, filled him up with another bowl, and put the bowl in front of him, saying, "It's better than eating meat."

The fat man smacked his lips, as if he realized something, and said earnestly, "Doctor, you are not worried that I will grab the ribs for lunch."

Jiang Cheng was angry and said, "Nonsense! I am a respected doctor and a white angel who saves lives. How could I do such a thing!"

The fat man was shocked by Jiang Cheng's performance. In his heart, the doctor was a little abnormal. It was better not to provoke him if possible.

Otherwise, he would talk about his glorious past of working night shifts at KTV.

"Doctor," the fat man interrupted him immediately, and then turned the topic to the direction that Jiang Cheng was interested in, "Do you want to braise the spareribs for lunch or stew them with some vegetables?"

After this question was raised, Jiang Cheng's face changed instantly. He sat down slowly and fell into deep thought in his seat.

The fat man took a long breath.

In the nightmare, at the critical moment of life and death, Jiang Cheng had never been so serious.

After a while, Jiang Cheng slowly raised his head and asked the fat man: "Is there garlic in the kitchen?"

The fat man nodded, "Yes, I bought a few last time, and there are still some left."

Jiang Cheng no longer struggled and decided: "Then stew it with vegetables, then you peel the garlic, wash it and cut it into minced pieces, add some soy sauce and vinegar, there should be a bottle of sesame oil in the innermost of the second compartment on the top of the refrigerator, and add a little sesame oil in it," he smacked his lips, "I want to dip the spareribs in it."

"Do you want chopped green onions and coriander?" The fat man picked up the small notebook and asked while recording.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and replied, "It's okay to add a little, but you have to pay attention. The chopped green onions need to be fried first, so that they are more fragrant."

The fat man put down the notebook in his hand, raised his head, stared at him and asked, "Doctor, don't you think your request is a bit too much?"

"You have to understand," Jiang Cheng said carelessly, "I am different from you. After all, I make a living by my face. If the ladies don't like me anymore because of the acne on my face..."

The fat man got up and left before he finished speaking.

After a while, he came back to clean up the dishes on the table and took them to the kitchen.

The faucet made a "gurgling" sound.

Jiang Cheng raised his head and walked to his desk, sat down, and turned on the computer.

He looked up at the familiar website from the historical records and looked at it with interest.

After a while, the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen, "Doctor," he shouted, "Are you busy later?"

Jiang Cheng, who had already entered the sage mode, calmly closed the webpage and replied in the same loud voice, "Tell me what you want first, and then I'll decide if I'm busy later."

Put the plates, bowls, and chopsticks back to their original positions one by one.

The fat man was very meticulous in his work, and he would not simply clean up just because he was going to come back to make ribs soon. He wiped the kitchen carefully with a rag, and then washed the cutting board and stood it up to dry, so that it would not easily breed bacteria.

After doing all this, the fat man walked out of the kitchen while wiping his hands.

"Would you like coffee?" the fat man asked, "Doctor."

Jiang Cheng put one hand on the desk and knocked it lightly, "A cup of hazelnut caramel cappuccino, thank you."

The fat man began to grin, "Doctor, you may not have woken up yet, don't you know what your conditions are?"

His voice came from the kitchen, slightly distorted.

"Even if it's instant, you can only drink half a bag at a time, because there's only one bag left."

The fat man came out holding the last bag of coffee, shaking it and emphasizing, "You take half, I take half."

Although it sounds a bit sad, this is Jiang Cheng's daily life.

The fat man sat opposite Jiang Cheng, picked up the cup and sipped the coffee, "Doctor," he put down the cup and asked curiously, "I feel like you shouldn't live like this, is it..."

As if he suddenly realized something, he looked at Jiang Cheng and said angrily, "Don't those rich women pay you for pimping?"

"I'll reiterate it again," Jiang Cheng sat up straight and said in a very serious tone: "I did this entirely out of concern for their mental health. Please don't use such vulgar words to tarnish such a sacred move. ”

Fatty: ""

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and casually stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon, then took out the spoon and tapped the edge of the cup.

As the crisp knocking sound ended, he picked up the coffee cup and took a small sip until he finally let out a happy moan.

"Ah~"

"Doctor," the fat man looked embarrassed for a moment, then licked his lips, raised his chin as a gesture, and tapped the coffee cup in Jiang Cheng's hand, "it's just a cup of instant coffee worth 7.5 cents. I don't think it deserves to enjoy this. treatment.”

"Of course, if you think life needs a sense of ritual or something, just pretend I didn't say it."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him sideways, "You don't understand, after all, I am."

"Okay," the fat man blocked Jiang Cheng's next words.

He first looked in the direction of the door, then turned back, turned to a serious face, and lowered his voice: "Seriously, doctor, there is one thing I can't figure out."

"What is it that those people are trying so hard to find?" Jiang Cheng returned indifferently while blowing the hot air from the coffee cup.

The fat man couldn't help but widen his eyes.