I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 419 Inconvenient

During lunch, there were many people whispering to each other. Luo Qianhuai didn't take it seriously at first, but as soon as she came forward, they immediately stopped talking, and they all had three hundred taels of silver on their faces. Weird expression.

If you still can't guess what they were talking about before, you are underestimating Luo Qianhuai's IQ.

But she had no other choice but to pretend to know nothing, and generously took the tray to prepare the meal.

From Monday to Friday, the canteen has special dishes. There is a separate small stove, and you need to queue up to get it.

Today's special meal is three-fresh pot stickers, freshly wrapped and baked, which is Luo Qianhuai's favorite taste. But at this time, when there were many people, she took a few glances at the long queue that had not moved for a long time, and regretfully decided to give up.

Other normal dishes are also good. Luo Qianhuai made stinging lettuce, saliva chicken, Mushu meat and a few slices of boiled pork liver. He carefully poured a spoonful of garlic sauce on the pork liver, then went to the staple food area to get a yam and two bean buns, and another A bowl of red egg drop soup is enough to complete the task.

Normally, she would still be in the mood to find an acquaintance as a meal companion, and chat about anecdotes while eating. But forget it today, she knows very well that she is probably a gossip in other people's mouths now - this can be confirmed by the curious gleam in the eyes of people who look up from the surrounding tables from time to time - so everything is Blame that Dumo! What on earth is he doing? Everyone is tired after a busy night, but we can't pretend to be crazy because we are tired!
Luo Qianhuai cursed silently, took the tray, found a table at the back, sat down, and ate slowly.

As they were eating, there seemed to be a commotion outside the canteen, like the wind blowing in the wheat field. Gradually, it moved from the outside to the inside. People at several tables in front of Luo Qianhuai also stretched their necks and poked their heads outside.

Most of them are well-known experts from Beijing or Shanghai who come to our hospital for exchanges. At noon, they come to the cafeteria for lunch accompanied by the leaders.

This kind of thing is normal now. It's not easy for experts to come here. Patients have full schedules for surgeries. Going out to eat takes up time.

It's better to just use it in the cafeteria, ask the chef to add two extra stir-fried dishes, and make do with it.

Luo Qianhuai did not raise his head, but slowly gnawed on the bean bun in his hand.

The red bean filling in the bean buns is cooked by the canteen itself, with a lot of sugar. The sweet aroma of the bean filling and the wheat flavor of the dough make people feel satisfied easily, and they gradually forget all kinds of unhappiness.

She is a very tolerant person. Think about the boy who was just transferred to the orthopedic ward. He was also abandoned by his parents. At least she is financially independent and has a healthy body. She can use her medical skills and small income to help those in need.

As for the rumors that are not rumors, as well as the big trouble that is hard to fathom, it is better to stay as far away as possible.

At this moment, a bowl of pot stickers was gently placed in front of her.

The pot stickers are freshly baked, six in a row, the bottom is browned and crispy, and the delicious smell penetrates people's nose.

Luo Qianhuai looked blankly at Du Mo, who was sitting opposite.

There seemed to be buzzing discussions around, but if you listened closely, you couldn't hear anything.

"Eat it while it's hot." The other party didn't mind at all being the focus of the dining room in the first hospital today. Amidst countless scorching eyes, she picked up the bottle of vinegar on the table and poured a little vinegar on her plate naturally. , and added a small spoonful of chili oil.

This is Luo Qianhuai’s favorite way to eat. Whenever I eat food with fillings, I always prepare the dish like this, but I have never told anyone else.

How did Du Mo know?
She subconsciously picked up a potsticker, mechanically dipped it in the red vinegar and put it into her mouth. The new leeks are very fresh and tender, and the shrimps are peeled by the cafeteria themselves. They are mixed with the fat and thin minced pork, and paired with the crispy skin, the main ingredient is fresh and delicious.

Luo Qianhuai's eyes lit up instantly, and he ate two more in a row. Only then did he realize that Du Mo had not moved his chopsticks and was looking at him continuously.

Only then did she remember that she did not actually own the bowl of pot stickers.

"Well, Director Du, thank you for the pot stickers." She said, "These are enough for me."

Du Mo gently pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose, with a smile on his lips: "I was given this shot for you. Even if you eat more, you are still too thin now."

"Where did I lose weight?" Luo Qianhuai couldn't hear such words. He is 1.63 meters tall but weighs nearly 100 kilograms. The clothes he wore last year were a bit narrow. She was about to start a diet to lose weight so she wouldn't have to buy new clothes.

Last night, she paid a hospital deposit of 20,000 yuan for An Lei, that boy, and her savings was reduced by half. And because the other person did not have medical insurance, the subsequent treatment costs were much higher, so she had to live frugally.

Fortunately, now everything is provided for food and accommodation in the courtyard, so there wasn't much room for money.

Even the small house that I rented previously had been rented out when I took up the emergency duty duty.

Take the courtyard as your home, love the courtyard as your home, and the courtyard is my home! Luo Qianhuai is sincere.

"Very thin." The person opposite replied seriously: "It would look better if I were fatter."

Luo Qianhuai sneered and was about to retaliate when he suddenly saw someone standing at the dining table.

"Director Du, you are here!" The visitor's voice was filled with joy, and his voice was sweet and sweet: "I just have a few more questions, and I would like to ask you during lunch time."

Han Yu's face was filled with a bright and bright smile, and Du Mo's face was reflected in the dark pupils, with a faint light shining inside.

She seemed to have only seen Luo Qianhuai until now, and the smile on her face did not change at all. She asked politely and obediently: "Hello, Mr. Luo. There is still room at this table. Can I sit here?"

"Convenient." Luo Qianhuai had a business smile on his face.

"That's great, I'll do it." Han Yu put the plate beside Du Mo and was about to sit down when he heard a cold and inhumane voice:
"inconvenient."

Luo Qianhuai raised her eyes and looked over, and saw Du Mo's face turned serious at some point, and his eyes contained a frosty color that she was very familiar with.

She felt a little strange. In the few encounters he had with her, Du Mo's attitude towards her was always quite gentle, and he never showed such an extremely displeased expression. But that inexplicable feeling of familiarity, after all, was Where did it come from?
Han Yu obviously didn't expect that he would be rejected so directly.

The little girl stood there in embarrassment, but did not hear an explanation. Her eye circles were already red, and the water in them was vaguely visible.

"Ahem." Luo Qianhuai quickly smoothed things over: "Director Du has always had high standards and strict requirements for junior doctors. It's my fault that I gave the wrong answer just now and made him dissatisfied - Xiao Han, just sit back and ask any questions you have. I’ve almost finished eating here, so I’ll leave now without disturbing you.”