Galactic Garbage Station

“Mr. Su who cooks this dish is a chef and not a doctor, how can you put the pulse?” Wang Zhuo explained.

“Since you're not a doctor, what are you qualified to talk about diet? I don't look down on chefs, I specialize in art, and diet is strictly a medicine, not a cooking technique. He should at least talk to me face-to-face, what to eat and what not to eat, ask me first, or else the cooking skills will be brilliant and the wrong food will be for nothing.” The middle-aged doctor Liu Wei was unhappy with the tunnel.

So-called therapeutic diet, which is a method of using food to influence various aspects of the body's functioning and to provide it with health or disease prevention.

However, it is not random to get some nutrients, even if it is dietary therapy, it must be supplemented according to the symptoms needed by the body, otherwise it is not beneficial to correct the wrong direction. For example, if some people are conscious of physical deficiency, they often use supplementary medicines such as ginseng wine, Huang Huaishan spoon, ginseng essence, etc. Such things are not expected to be available for people with yin deficiency (pale face, palpitations, low fever, sweating, thirst, red moss, insomnia). Instead, they consume yin and jin, making the symptoms worse.

That is, the most important part of eating and treating is eating the right food, not cooking it well.

Pediatric anorexia is a disease with a disorder of digestive function that prevents eating indiscriminately, otherwise it is likely to cause vomiting or diarrhoea.

“Xiao Rui ate Mr. Su's fish porridge yesterday, and the whole person was very spirited. The other chefs then cooked the porridge with yellow flower fish as well, but Xiao Rui still couldn't eat it.” Wang Zhuo explained that although he knew that Liu Wei was a first-rate doctor and for his son's own good, the fact was that hospital medicine seemed less than a bowl of porridge.

“Oh, and this?” Liu Wei froze and flashed a hint of suspicion on his face. Is there really porridge so good that when anorexia doesn't exist? He pointed to Wang Zhuo's lunch box and said, "Let's see what he's cooking first. ”

Liu Wei is not completely unreasonable. If the other party is cooking something suitable for eating, you can also try it.

After all, savvy cooking does help, at least boosting appetite, provided the ingredients are selected correctly.

Wang Zhuoyi opened the lunch box and suddenly a fleshy fragrance dissipated. Wang Zhuo and Liu Wei both swallowed saliva immediately. The middle-aged beautiful woman sitting beside the bed also gathered together. She was surprised to ask: "What did Mr. Su cook? It smells too good. ”

The three of them looked in the lunch box and it was a small bowl of steamed pork with a tender yellow colour and a small spring onion decoration, which sold well.

“No, Ray can't eat greasy food.” Liu Wei shook his head immediately and had to admit that the bowl of meat was too fragrant, but not suitable for anorexics.

“That Mr. Sue doesn't even know the basics.” The middle-aged woman frowned slightly.

“I called him and asked him.” Wang Zhuo was somewhat confused. He had nothing to ask Su Xiao what he was cooking first, because Su Xiao had talked about eating therapy. He must know better than himself. In order not to dissipate the heat, he didn't open it all the way, so now he knows it was pork. He thought it was still porridge.

“Hello, Mr. Sue.” Wang Zhuo remained polite after the call.

“Mr. Wang, how's it going? Did your son eat?” Su Qian asked.

“Not yet, how did Mr. Su prepare pork instead of porridge, something too greasy for my son to eat.” Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly.

“Who says you can't eat?” Su Jin smiled.

“The doctor said he said that eating therapy was a medicine and that he had to be asked what to eat.” Wang Zhuo's question to Su Qian was somewhat silent. Don't say it was anorexia. Normally, you can't eat greasy cold fever. Shouldn't that be common sense?

“The so-called therapeutic diet, the first treatment, can't even eat afterwards, talk about how to eat therapy? And what I cook will make your son eat, and I believe that the bowl of meat is very good for your son, and believe it or not, it's up to you.” Su Zheng said something in disguise and then hung up the phone. He knew the magic of the meat of the warcraft. After eating it, his body was as if he had been stripped to change bones. What was the difficulty in regulating digestive function in the district? But if Wang Zhuobiao doesn't believe it, he doesn't want to say more. Wasted two, three, two warcraft meat already has some flesh pain, lazy mouth wasting.

“Eat first and treat later.” Wang Zhuoran to himself and looked at the boy in the hospital bed, "Xiao Rui, do you want this bowl of meat? ”

In fact, his problem was superfluous, because his son Wang Rui was semi-sleep before, he had just been awakened by the scent. At this moment, he had been drooling at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the lunch box and nodded. In fact, from his perspective, he could not see what was inside the lunch box, but the scent was attractive enough.

“Mr. Wang, if you really give your son this bowl of meat, I will not be responsible for any problems.” Liu Wei frowned.

“Don't be responsible, I'll take care of it.” Wang Zhuo spoke softly. In fact, he watched Su Zhuo a lot today. When he was expelled from the Western restaurant, Su Zhuo's soft-hearted attitude caused him to have a lot of good feelings. Intuition Su Zhuo was a very nice person. Besides, if this bowl of meat really makes my son throw up or tummy, it's no big deal. It's not twice at a time anyway. On the contrary, if it really helps a lot, as Su Xin said, it might solve a serious problem.

“Xiao Rui, try a small bite first.” Wang Zhuo clamped a small piece to Wang Rui's mouth. Wang Rui bit it and ate it in his stomach three or two times. Not that he wanted to eat fast, but it was just too delicious to bear.

“I want more.” Wang Rui couldn't wait to reach out and grab the lunch box, but Wang Zhuo didn't give it to him. He still fed it small by small bites and watched Wang Rui, until Wang Rui ate all the meat in the lunch box, nothing was wrong, and his spirit was obviously much better.

“Dad, I still want to eat.” Wang Rui licked his lips and looked like a mouthful.

“Oh, can't eat too much at once, can we have dinner again?” Wang Zhuo and the middle-aged woman smiled at each other and touched his son's head with drowsiness, watching his son reveal a long disobedient eating face, a long disobedient smile, very comforting in his heart.

However, worried that the son really showed symptoms such as nausea or diarrhoea, as Dr. Liu said, they did not dare to relax. They were looking after him, and Liu Wei also stayed and was ready to rescue Liu Rui at all times, but after several hours, Wang Ruifei not only did not show any symptoms, but became more and more mentally full and even walked out of bed.

“Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have an apple?” Wang Rui picked up a big red apple on the plate.

“Absolutely.” The eyes of a middle-aged woman shine.

Wang Rui grabbed the apple one by one while reading the comics and ate most of them in a moment.

“Dr. Liu, what do you think?” Wang Zhuo looked at Liu Wei and asked.

“This… this… is not science!” Watching Wang Rui eat cheerfully, Liu Weizhang tongued.