Xiaoyao Village Doctor

Chapter 326 Can Talk
"Who is this smelly beggar? Throw her away."

Lao Wang immediately called a few people and grabbed the woman.

"You girl is amazing, you have to come to our kitchen for food."

Several people pressed the woman. The woman looked like she was in her 20s, crying like a child, screaming all the time, and she couldn't speak, she looked like a mute.

Wu Huan ran in anxiously at this time, and said, "Have any of you seen Zhang Hong's daughter? His daughter just disappeared, and the waiter is looking everywhere."

"Didn't you see it? There's just a beggar in the kitchen." Old Wang said.

Wu Huan walked over to look at the woman carefully, and suddenly said in shock: "She...she is Zhang Hong's daughter."

"What? Zhang Hong's daughter?"

At the same time, Zhang Hong hurried into the kitchen with his two assistants.

As soon as Zhang Hong saw the woman, he rushed up and hugged her, saying, "Where did you go? I couldn't find you for a long time."

"Dad, porridge, porridge...the porridge inside."

This woman is called Zhang Lan. As soon as she spoke, she startled Zhang Hong and said, "You? What did you call me just now? My dad?"

Zhang Lan cried and nodded, and said, "Dad, I want to eat the porridge in that bucket."

The porridge in the bucket was just made by Wang Teng, but Wu Huan poured it in.

Zhang Hong suddenly burst into tears, and said, "Daughter, you can actually talk. After ten years, you finally called me Dad."

Wu Huan quickly ran over to explain, and said, "Mr. Zhang, I'm sorry. We didn't like your daughter very much. I'm really sorry."

Zhang Hong waved his hands again and again, and said, "No, no, no, my daughter has spoken, it's all thanks to you, and I'm the one to thank you."

"Dad, porridge, the porridge inside." Zhang Lan pointed to the porridge in the bucket again, and the mouthful of porridge was torn into silk along her chin.

"Okay, but the porridge in that bucket is too dirty." Zhang Hong said excitedly: "Father will ask someone to make it for you again, right away."

Zhang Lan shook her head again and again: "No, I want to eat what's in that bucket."

Zhang Hong looked around at several people in the kitchen, and asked, "Who made the porridge in the bucket just now? Make another one for my daughter immediately."

"The porridge in the bucket is made by Wang Teng. He is on vacation today. Although he came just now, he left again." Lao Wang went up and explained a few words.

Wu Huan also said: "Mr. Zhang, our chefs here are all top-notch, and everyone does the same thing. There is no need to designate anyone to do it."

"No!" Zhang Hong's voice suddenly became louder, and he said, "Wang Teng must do it. He made my daughter speak. Do you know that my daughter has spoken?"

"He's on vacation today, so he can't come." Wu Huan said.

Zhang Hong immediately said, "How much is it?"

Wu Huan replied, "How much is it?"

"How much money can I invite Wang Teng over here?" Zhang Hong immediately called an assistant behind him, took out a check from his briefcase, threw it to Wu Huan, and said, "As long as he can be invited over, fill in the check as you like." , Fill in as much as you want."

Wu Huan explained again: "It's not about money, Mr. Zhang, he really can't come today."

Zhou Qianqian yelled angrily at the side: "Manager Wu, you only need to make a phone call and A Teng will come over, it's just that you are embarrassed."

"What? You lied to me?" Zhang Hong said angrily, "Well, I'll invite him myself. I don't believe I can't invite Wang Teng."

Wu Huan turned around and left in a fit of anger, without talking to Zhang Hong at all.

Zhou Zhuang also immediately called someone to call Wang Teng over, and at the same time went up to explain to Zhang Hong: "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, Wang Teng is our first-class chef here. We just need to make a call. He I'll be here right away."

"Okay, then I'll go back to the guest room and wait." Zhang Hong carried her daughter on the back of the caller, and they left the kitchen.

After a while, Wang Teng came and made a new porridge according to Zhang Hong's intention.

Later, one serving was not enough, so Zhang Hong ordered a few more, but Zhang Lan ate them all up, and there was basically nothing left of the few porridges he ordered.

A waiter hurried into the kitchen with the menu, saying that Zhang Hong had ordered ten more servings of that porridge, and he wanted to pack it up to take it home. By the way, he said that Zhang Hong wanted to see Wang Teng.

"You don't need to see it, Mr. Zhang still wants a few copies, and I will make them all for him." Wang Teng said.

"You'd better go see Mr. Zhang, he begged you to see him." said the waiter.

"Okay, I'll go when I'm done."

After half an hour of busy work, Wang Teng went to the guest room.When Zhang Hong saw Wang Teng, he bent his knees and knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, and said, "You are Wang Teng. I thank you on behalf of the child's mother, including her grandparents."

Wang Teng quickly helped Zhang Hong up from the ground. He couldn't stand such a big gift, and said, "Hurry up, get up, Mr. Zhang, I can't afford you to kneel down like this. Let's just sit down and talk about it if you have anything to do." gone."

"No, you are my great benefactor, I must thank you properly today."

Zhang Hong took tens of thousands of dollars to Wang Teng, but Wang Teng didn't have the nerve to ask for the money. He couldn't afford it after kneeling, and it would be unreasonable to accept his money again.

Zhang Hong said: "My daughter had a car accident when she was ten years old, and then she became dumb. Now her brain's IQ is only at the age of seven. It's embarrassing to say it."

Wang Teng looked back at Zhang Lan, who was lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly. Her whole body looked skinny and skinny, and said, "Mr. Zhang, I am also happy when your daughter speaks, but my porridge can't bear it." No medicine was given, maybe it was an accident."

Zhang Hong said gratefully: "Although she has spoken, her IQ seems to be very low now. Is there any way for Mr. Wang to fix her? I will definitely thank you very much."

Wang Teng smiled: "I'm just a cook, not a doctor. To put it bluntly, I'm just a cook in the kitchen. You think too much of me."

"No, sir, you must have a solution." After Zhang Hong got up, he asked someone to take a business card and hand it to Wang Teng, saying, "This is my business card. I hope you can help me."

Wang Teng agreed: "Okay, I'll try it, but if it doesn't work, don't blame me."

"Don't worry, absolutely not." Zhang Hong said.

At this time, Wu Huan came in with an angry look on his face. He looked at Zhang Hong and said, "Mr. Zhang, this is a hotel, not a hospital. Is it reasonable for you to ask our people to help your daughter see a doctor?" ?”

"It's okay, even if it can't be cured, I don't blame you." Zhang Hong seemed to trust Wang Teng.

(End of this chapter)