Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

Wu Lai felt the emperor's gaze again and glanced curiously at the sky, but the smell was harmless, and he had no room to resist.

Somehow, he felt that the gaze came from a person who was very similar to him.

Then he didn't bother to pay attention. Anyway, he wouldn't hurt him, so he was free, and soon he was immersed in this new world.

……

The evening arrived soon. To be exact, the exchange meeting was a reception. The hall of the reception was full. Unlike in previous years, half of the participants in this exchange meeting were foreigners, but there were many fewer people in China.

In previous years, there were only a few experts from abroad.

"The reception, I thought it would be some boring and serious exchange meeting." Wu Lai yawned, walked into the hall and muttered.

"Of course, it won't be too boring an exchange meeting. In itself, it's also a vacation for us. Those who can come to this exchange meeting will sneak in. It's just that there have been some illiterate people who look at our traditional Chinese medicine association with colored glasses all the time, so there will be some contradictions. The Buddha's exchange meeting is still very relaxing." As Liu Lao explained, he took the initiative to say hello to some familiar old friends.

Wu Lai nodded, walked to the dessert side, and silently began to choose the dessert he liked.

When they appeared, everyone focused on them.

To be exact, attention was focused on Wu Lai.

Although many of them have not seen Wu Lai's real people, they have seen too many photos and videos of Wu Lai, and only some people who don't pay much attention will have a superficial impression of Wu Lai.

"This is the little miracle doctor?"

"Not only a miracle doctor, but also a kitchen god. Finally, I saw a real person."

"The old miracle doctor once said that he was the future of Chinese medicine. Today, he can finally see it."

“……”

Listening to the voices of these discussions, Wu Lai pulled out his ears. He was tired of this kind of compliment, and he didn't want to hear it at all, nor was he happy for these words. The more flattery, the more difficult it will be later.

"Wu Kitchen God, I don't know the dishes here, but I'm still used to them? Is there a gap with your craft?" A man who looked like the organizer came to Wu Lai, holding two glasses of champagne and handing him one.

"It's OK, not bad." Wu Lai took the champagne and looked at the man who had obviously gained weight in front of him. His ruddy and greasy face showed his extravagant life: "anyway, I can't go anywhere. I'll cook myself. Anyway, I'm not particularly selective about food, so I can make do with it."

The man was obviously stunned. Wu Lai was not at all polite in his polite words. After all, no matter how good the things in this hotel are, they must be a lot worse than those made by the kitchen god. It was just unexpected that Wu Lai would not save him face at all. Then he hurriedly laughed and said, "I'm not ashamed to be the kitchen god. I'm glad to meet you. This exchange meeting is also organized by me."

"An Weijie, well, I see. It's hard." Wu Lai said not lightly.