Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 42 State-run Hotel
The days are getting warmer, the nights are getting shorter and the days are getting longer.

In the middle of the night, Yaoyao suddenly developed a high fever, and Zhou Huilan was woken up by the scalding daughter beside her, she hurriedly ran to knock on the door of Lu's house.

It was Lu Fengxia who opened the door, but Lu Changqing's voice came from the room immediately after.

With no clothes on, he went out with the medicine box in hand.

The little girl, although she hasn't lost weight in the past month, has grown a lot taller and her limbs are much slender. At this moment, her face is flushed and her brows are tightly wrinkled. trembling.

"Don't be afraid," one hand held Zhou Huilan's wrist tightly, "It's just the wind blowing, it's fine."

Facing Shang Lu Changqing's firm gaze, Zhou Huilan inexplicably felt at ease. The cold picture of her daughter lying in the mortuary disappeared in her mind, and she fell to the ground with some collapse.

It was only then that Lu Changqing came out with her in only a pair of big underpants and a vest.

The child fell asleep and couldn't take the medicine, so Lu Changqing gave the injection, and asked Zhou Huilan to turn the child's back over and lift up the clothes. There was a two-centimeter-square light brown birthmark on the waist and eyes, and the four circles turned out to be a cat. Claw pattern.

While administering the needle, Lu Changqing smiled and chatted with Zhou Huilan, "Her birthmark is similar to mine."

Zhou Huilan held Yaoyao's hand to prevent her from moving around. Hearing this, she subconsciously looked at Lu Changqing's back, "Doctor Lu also has a birthmark on his back?"

Lu Changqing nodded, "It's also on the waist. Grandpa said it was a tiger's claw, and the kids said it was a cat's claw. They all laughed at me, so I fought with them and let them see whether I am a tiger or a cat..."

"Well……"

Lu Changqing suddenly turned sideways, poked his head to look under his vest, Zhou Huilan was caught off guard, the tip of his nose brushed against Lu Changqing's arm, and the sudden touch made both of them stunned.

Lu Changqing seemed to smell the lingering sweet osmanthus fragrance in his dream again.

As for Zhou Huilan, she felt as if she had a rabbit in her arms, and she could hardly hold back.

"you……"

"Yaoyao..."

The two spoke in unison, but kept silent at the same time.

"Tomorrow, Yaoyao, please take leave and rest at home for a day." Lu Changqing said, took the needle bag in Zhou Huilan's hand, pulled out the silver needle and put it back.

Zhou Huilan nodded, only to realize that Lu Changqing couldn't see with her back turned to her, so she added "OK."

After getting the needle, Yaoyao's temperature dropped a lot. Although she was still a little hot, her brows were already stretched. Zhou Huilan sent Lu Changqing out, and was about to close the door when he suddenly blocked the narrow wooden door.

"You... have you been to Ning'an Hotel?"

This inexplicable question directly caused Zhou Huilan's head to crash, but when she recovered, Lu Changqing had already disappeared.

Ning'an Hotel is the largest and oldest hotel in Anning, but Lu Changqing was bewildered and suddenly asked why?
Early the next morning, Zhou Huilan took Yaoyao's leave of absence to watch over the child, and did not grind the soy milk.

The child's illness came and went quickly, Zhou Huilan came back from leave, and Yaoyao, who had subsided her fever, had already brandished a small shovel and began to hustle the vegetable garden in the yard.

"Mom, do I really not have to go to kindergarten today?"

Looking at her energetic daughter, Zhou Huilan felt that she shouldn't ask for leave.

The beans were soaked last night until they were round. Since the child is fine, Zhou Huilan continued to grind the soy milk. At this point, the morning rush hour will definitely not be able to catch up, but you can try your luck at noon. No, you can waste less.

After the soy milk was cooked, Yaoyao insisted on going out of the stall, so Zhou Huilan simply set up the stall just south of the Drum Tower, at the intersection of Songbai Street.

Because the time for selling breakfast after eight o'clock has passed, it is obvious that there is no one on the street at this moment.

She was packing soy milk, and suddenly two young men in white caps and aprons stopped in front of her tricycle, panting.

"Comrade, is your soy milk... thirty cents a bag!"

The two young men bought eight bags at once, and they would have wanted to buy more if they couldn't hold on to them steadily.

Thinking that this big client might have come here because of the reputation, Zhou Huilan was about to say something polite to the two of them, but they simply took out the money and turned around and ran away.

From the Drum Tower to the north, cross the Songbai Street and continue to walk north for 200 meters. There is a small cement-colored building with four large characters "State-owned Hotel" written in white letters on a red background above the gate.

It's past the breakfast time. In the supposedly deserted state-run hotel, this morning, the atmosphere is stiff and everyone is in danger.

"What kind of shit chef, you can't even make a bowl of soy milk, you deserve a kitchen knife!" Ye Lao yelled while patting the table, "The days of peace have passed for a long time, and you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so you do this. Dare to sell anything!"

He came here because he didn't buy Zhou Huilan's soy milk this morning. He didn't expect a bowl of soy milk to be so bad.

"Snapped!"

There were several bowls of hot soybean milk on the table, and the bowls fell to the ground.

"A bunch of useless snacks! If you can't do it, don't do it in your state-run restaurant! If someone outside tastes your food, it will be a disgrace to Anning City!" This state-run restaurant is not only responsible for the reception banquet of the city government It is also the big canteen of government agencies.

The old man slapped the table and stared, but the group of people just stood there without moving.

Seeing the old man getting more and more angry.

"You you you...you bunch of trash!"

As he spoke, he clutched his chest and staggered a few steps, so frightened that several managers nearby hurried forward to help him up, so that he didn't really fall the old man.

While they were in a stalemate, a crisp voice suddenly came from outside. Following the repeated "I got it!", everyone in the hall heaved a sigh of relief.

A total of eight bags of soy milk were poured into the pot and boiled over high heat, and the mellow aroma immediately permeated the entire hotel lobby.

The master chefs who were still sluggish and secretly dissatisfied just now, now have expressions on their faces.

What kind of soy milk is this?

Isn't it just adding water to soybeans and grinding them into water, which can really make flowers?
The masters expressed their dissatisfaction one after another.

Ye Lao drank a bowl of freshly fried fried dough sticks, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and said, "You should also learn a little bit", and walked away.

In the back kitchen of the state-run restaurant, master chef Niu Guangde stared at the bowl of unusually mellow soybean milk with a face of contemplation.

Recently, the sales of soy milk in the store are indeed less and less. He also vaguely heard from his neighbors that there is a soy milk that is particularly delicious, but soy milk, so good, how can it be delicious?

until today.

"Master, the soy milk seller is a chubby woman, and there is only soy milk on the stall." The apprentice who went out to buy soy milk reported the details.

But Niu Guangde felt that it was absolutely impossible for that person to be able to make such soy milk.

He waved his hands and made everyone retreat. It seemed that he really had to go and see for himself.

(End of this chapter)