The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 162
With the continuous improvement of capabilities, people's sense of social responsibility will naturally arise.

Lao Tan's current thinking has not risen to the level of social responsibility, but it is very close.

What he is willing to read are books on Buddhism, Taoism, and Chinese studies, and his understanding of life is a practice.

I was unable to help others before, but now I can help as much as I can.Open more stores, recruit more people, and give everyone a stable job.

A child from the countryside, who has attended high school for two years, received limited education.From another point of view, the dumpling restaurant is owned by Yanhua and Yanzi, although he did not treat him as an outsider, but told everyone that the dumpling restaurant was opened by the three of them, and they were also the owners.But he never regarded himself as the boss, only positioned himself as a manager.

It's not that he only considers problems from the perspective of a manager. In fact, he is more boss than Yanhua and Yanzi, and he regards the dumpling restaurant as a career.Everything I think about is a hotel, which can no longer be described as professionalism. I devote myself to my work, and I often feel that I don’t have enough time, or even feel anxious.

He wants to make the dumpling restaurant bigger and stronger, and make it a century-old enterprise with an everlasting foundation.

Old Tan unconsciously talked for more than ten minutes.Yaru listened carefully while looking at him, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Listen to me, it's too late, I'll send you back," Old Tan said.

Yaru smiled and said: "Can I go back if you do this, I will live here today."

"Live here—" Old Tan blushed, and asked, "How dare you?"

"Why don't you dare, it's a special situation, I'll think about it when I go back, why not stay here, I'll get up and get a bottle tomorrow." Yaru was scared enough today, worried, and decided to stay and take care of Lao Tan.

"This—is fine." Old Tan said.

"Are you afraid of influence? Afraid of what others will say?" Yaru asked.She knew that if she lived here, someone would gossip tomorrow, even if she didn't say it face to face, she would talk about it behind her back.I'm fine by myself, alone.The main reason is that he is afraid of affecting Lao Tan, after all, his identity is there, so it is easy to say bad things.

But asking her to go back to the dormitory was not at ease, thinking about it.

She asked Old Tan for his opinion with her eyes, conveying the message that she decided not to leave.

She didn't know that the tenderness revealed on her body at this moment made Lao Tan recall the past involuntarily, and seemed to see the kind, gentle and simple girl back then.

How can I bear to refuse.

This warm tenderness has a long-lost feeling, and I haven't felt it for many years.

"That's all right, what can I say? Actually, I don't want you to go. People are sick and tender, and they want someone to accompany them." Old Tan said.

"It's all the same. Mainly you are too scary, vomiting blood - I still sleep on the sofa, which is very comfortable and soft." After Yaru finished speaking, he seemed to prove the softness of the sofa, and pressed it with his hand.

"Go to bed." Old Tan said.

"Sleep, aren't you sick? I'll make do with it for one night. Call me if it hurts. I'll sleep to death."

"Hehe, you're really dead in your sleep, I regret not taking it while you were sleeping." Old Tan joked as he recalled the past.

Yaru smiled, put the quilt and pillows on the sofa, sat down and said, "Regret it now——I'm old now, and I don't care about it—"

"You are not old." Old Tan said, "You are more beautiful now than when you were young, and you are mature and attractive."

"Hey, tempting? You can also seduce a few old men. You haven't changed much, but you are fatter than before. When I met you in Fuxin, you were not so fat." Yaru said.

"Well, I wasn't so fat back then."

"It's good for men to be fatter and look good, but don't be too fat, it's not good for your health."

"You're not fat, you're just more—" Old Tan glanced at Yaru's chest, and said, "The waves are choppy."

Yaru was not ashamed, admired it herself, sighed and said: "I can't help it, my mother gave it to me, it's a burden. Others think it's a big deal, but I think it's a small thing."

If those self-pitying women hear this, they will go crazy.

Old Tan was amused, and the laugh was a little too big, which caused the trachea to be aroused, and his throat felt salty again.

He quickly stopped laughing, but the blood still came up, and he spat out a small mouthful.

Yaru hurriedly got up to get water, and complained: "Still laughing—" couldn't help but became worried, and said: "Don't go to the hospital again, seeing you vomit blood and slipping away, you are panicking."

"It's okay, this disease is just like this. I always vomited for a few days at the beginning, but it will be fine in a few days—about a week." Old Tan said.

"Does your wife know?" Yaru asked.

"I didn't tell her. Tell her to worry about it, it won't make sense—you know what we think."

Yaru took the water glass handed over by Lao Tan, put it on the coffee table, and then took out two pieces of paper from the paper drawer and handed it over.Old Tan wiped his mouth, the blood left at the corner of his mouth was printed on the snow-white paper, it was shockingly bright red.

Yaju's heart twitched, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He didn't go back to the sofa right away, and sat down gently beside Lao Tan, with his feet drooping.

Old Tan smelled the fragrance of Yaru's body, and felt that Banla'er next to him was very hot and his heart was beating a little faster.

Yaru put his hand on Lao Tan's forehead and felt his body temperature was normal. He asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. The disease is cured just like that. It doesn't hurt at all. It's just that I don't have much strength, like a collapse." Old Tan said.

"Is it possible to vomit blood without collapse? How much blood is there in a human body?" Yaru said.

"The doctor also said that it is not easy to get rid of the disease. The disease of the rich and the rich is fine. It is not easy to get it. I have a lot of things during this period, I have been busy, and I drink a lot of alcohol and smoke. See After coming here, I really have to quit smoking and drinking—" Old Tan said knowingly.

"You, just talk about it. Your body is your own. It's useless to persuade others, and you can't persuade your flesh by persuasion. Old Tan, your body is overdrawn. Don't work hard, just let nature take its course. What are you telling others? We all understand that it doesn't work well for ourselves.

Everything can be replaced by others, but long-term illness cannot replace it.You said that you are just forty, and you are sick all over your body, with high blood pressure, high blood fat, bronchiectasis, and leg injuries. You are almost 70 years old. 70 years old people have better physique than you.

From now on, I will drink less alcohol, quit smoking gradually, and take care of my body.It's all up to you, what if you collapse the restaurant?Everyone is still waiting for dinner.There is nothing better than having a good physique. If you have a bad physique, everything is in vain. The money you earn is either from the hospital or someone else. "

What Yaru said makes sense.

"It's all good things about you, don't take it seriously. Look at you now, you don't even have any energy, and you are worried." After Yaru finished speaking, he joked: "I still think about what can happen when I live here. , in your situation, hey, forget it, life is hard."

Old Tan laughed, and Yaru was also amused by his words.

When they came together the next day, the two of them arrived at the clinic without eating. After explaining the situation to the doctor, they got bad news—the clinic did not have the "ceftrexam" needed to treat bronchiectasis.

Yaru was impatient, and took Lao Tan to the hospital, but the hospital told him that there was no such medicine.

Old Tan was a little anxious. He was allergic, and anti-inflammatory drugs such as penicillin could not be used, so he could only take "cefotaxime".Suddenly thought of Gu Yi, he knew a lot of people, he should be able to get this medicine, so he called Gu Yi.

Gu Yi did have a connection. After half an hour, he called and said that the medicine was available and would be delivered right away.

Lao Tan and Yaru returned to the clinic again. They entered the door head to foot and Gu Yi arrived behind him. The doctor quickly hung up the bottle for Lao Tan.

After all this tossing and not eating, Lao Tan felt his body was weak and his throat was salty, and he vomited three mouthfuls of blood after lying on the bed.Yaru had already experienced it and was not afraid, but Gu Yi hadn't, so he asked the doctor nervously if he was okay, and insisted on taking Lao Tan to the hospital.

Old Tan said it was all right, and the doctor said it was normal, so he gave up.

"Brother Tan, you have to pay attention. Hematemesis is a serious matter. You can't be careless. You are here to inject a bottle. I will go first and go to Baotou. I have something to do. I will come back after finishing the work. By the way, I will give you some blood. "Gu Yi said.

"Then hurry up and don't delay the matter." Lao Tan was a little embarrassed and urged.

After Gu Yi left, Yaru went out to buy steamed stuffed buns and millet porridge. It was almost ten o'clock, and Lao Tan didn't need anyone to accompany her, so she told Yaru to go to work.

When Yaru came to the kitchen, Wang Yanli walked up to her with a smile on her face, and whispered, "I dare not go back to bed at night, hehe."

"It's as good as you think. Old Tan Zhikuo committed a crime and vomited blood. He just put on a hanging bottle. He told you to go first because he was afraid that you would be afraid of vomiting blood." Yaru said.

"What? He vomited blood? Is it serious?" Wang Yanli exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down, it's a shock." Yaru gave her a good hand, and said, "It's not serious, it's going to take half a month to put a bottle on it."

"Isn't that serious? What did you say just now?" Wang Yanli didn't hear clearly just now and asked.

"Bronchiectasis, bronchiectasis, when the trachea expands, the capillaries burst, and the blood leaks out, so it goes back up." Yaru explained.

"Is it all right? Was it caused by drinking yesterday?" Wang Yanli stared at Yaru and asked with some self-blame.

"It doesn't matter much, the main reason is that I am too tired and sick from overwork." Yaru said.

"It's got something to do with the drinking—at the community clinic?"

"Ah."

"I'll go take a look after get off work at noon."

Before noon, Zhang Yu, Yanzi, Yang Zhijun, and Mulan knew about Lao Tan's illness, and visited the clinic respectively.Mr. Xiang also came and brought a lot of fruit.

They all comfort Lao Tan to recover from his illness and don't worry about things in the store.Lao Tan talked with them energetically, and finally the doctor came forward and said that the patient was weak and needed rest, so everyone left one by one.

As the saying goes, three points are sick and seven points are nourishment.

It is natural for relatives and friends to visit when they are sick, expressing concern and concern, but don't disturb them too much.

Too many people visiting, and too warm words of comfort will cause the patient's psychological pressure. It is obviously a minor illness and he is thinking wildly-whether he has an incurable disease, or why so many people come to see it?
(End of this chapter)