I'm the Culinary God

"Yes, yes, I’ll definitely be more careful next time."

Chen Yan was already laughing hysterically at the door.

Hahaha, it was worth the trip, Director Zeng, Director Zeng, remember to bring two pounds of fruit tomorrow... no, bring two pounds of bullfrogs to see my nephew.

As for whether Dundun really has that ability...

Oh! How can we businessmen not believe in metaphysics and still make a fortune and earn big money?

When the bandaging was almost done and the doctor was no longer nagging, Chen Yan cleared her throat and then pushed the door open to enter the clinic.

As soon as she came in, she winked at Zeng Xiaoqi discreetly.

Zeng Xiaoqi: "..."

Oh no, oh no.

This matter is definitely going to be exaggerated by Yan Baobao, maybe even the trio on a business trip to the space station will find out... why didn’t I explain clearly just now?

If I try to explain now, people will definitely think I’m acting guilty.

She glanced at Qi Siming, who had a calm expression, and suddenly thought, this guy looks much cleaner and tidier with his hair dyed black, earrings removed, and non-mainstream elements gone, complementing his handsome features, actually...

Oh dear, what am I even thinking?

Chen Yan gave Zeng Xiaoqi a sly smile and then looked at Qi Siming and asked:

"Do you want to go to the hospital for a CT scan? Yueyue’s grandmother’s family works at the hospital, so getting a checkup at the emergency department wouldn’t be a problem."

"No, no, it’s just scratches, sorry for making you come all this way, Chen (Manager?)."

Next to them, Zeng Xiaoqi rolled her eyes.

You’re such a fool, do you think Yan Baobao came here out of concern for her employees and to show compassion?

No, she just came to see the joke.

This wicked woman has as many schemes as her age.

Finally, the scratched areas were disinfected with iodine and bandaged, and after it was all done, Chen Yan eagerly paid the medical fees, then walked out of the clinic suppressing her laughter.

Qi Siming went to his motorcycle and checked it carefully to see if any important parts were damaged.

Chen Yan asked:

"How is it, Master Qi, can you still ride the bike?"

"Yes, for a rider, this kind of small injury is no big deal. I came in a hurry today and didn’t change into my riding gear. If I had been wearing it, I wouldn’t even have any scratches."

After Qi Siming finished speaking, he apologized to Zeng Xiaoqi again:

"I’m sorry, Director Zeng, for wasting your time."

"Why are you calling her Director Zeng? She’s already quit the TV station, no need to call her Director, just call her Xiaoqi."

Chen Yan started to fan the flames.

Zeng Xiaoqi glared at her and then said to Qi Siming:

"It’s fine, it’s fine, I was the one lost in thought at the time and didn’t notice the non-motorized lane, it’s not your fault... Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should take a cab home and leave the motorcycle at the store first."

"No need, I’m fine riding it."

Qi Siming got on the bike, put on his venomous helmet, said goodbye to the two of them, and then rode away.

Watching his receding figure, Zeng Xiaoqi turned her face and said to Chen Yan:

"Alright, do what you want, Yan Baobao, it doesn’t matter, even if I jump into the Yellow River, I can’t wash this clean... It’s all that doctor’s fault, with a mouth just as chattery as my mom’s."

Chen Yan laughed:

"We’re good sisters, how could I laugh at you? Come on, let’s go, you don’t need to work overtime anymore, let’s head to the store, and later, when Yuanyuan gets off work, we’ll go to Yueyue’s house and have fried skewers together."

Zeng Xiaoqi gave her a look:

"You won’t spice up the clinic conversation and repeat it, right?"

"No, I’m not the village gossip woman, why would I say those things? Come on, come on, it’s freezing outside, tomorrow I have to wear thick leggings, even if Yueyue teases me about having thick legs, I have to wear them, it’s too cold."

The two of them went back to the store together.

As soon as she stepped in, Chen Yan forgot her words and ran to the service desk to spice up the tale and recount the whole clinic incident to Shu Yun.

Zeng Xiaoqi: "..."

The mouth of the capitalist, the lie of a crook!

The good sisterhood is henceforth severed!

Ten minutes later, everyone in the store knew about it.

Geng Lele, having just returned from supplementary lessons at Tsinghua, came over with a bowl of braised meat with rice and curiously asked several tricky questions:

"Sister Xiaoqi, was Siming’s helmet-removing action cool?"

"Did you think of anything else at the time?"

"When you saw Siming injured, did you feel even a tiny bit of heartache?"

"If your parents insisted you bring a boyfriend home for New Year, would you choose Siming or that three-star Michelin chef from the TV station?"

"..."

Zeng Xiaoqi speechlessly messed up Geng Lele’s hair:

"Lele, can you stop asking? If you keep asking, I won’t take you for fried skewers later!"

"Fried skewers? Where are we going to eat? I’ll have one gluten, two eggplants, three potatoes, three mushrooms, and a skewer of starch sausage and a skewer of fish tofu..."

At the mention of fried skewers, Geng Lele’s attention was immediately diverted.

In the kitchen, Lin Xu was preparing the fried skewers for the evening.

Eggplant, lotus root, mushrooms, gluten, chives, green peppers, meatballs, vegetarian sausage, enoki mushrooms, flat beans, tofu skin, bacon, fish tofu, and all sorts of foods suitable for frying.

Once everything was ready, he took it to go back. By now, Geng Lele had finished the rice and wanted to go back together, while Zeng Xiaoqi and Chen Yan planned to drive to pick up Chen Yuanyuan after work.

Lin Xu drove back to the community and bought a pack of bamboo skewers suitable for the fried skewers at the supermarket at the entrance.

Back home, he soaked the bamboo skewers in baking soda water first, as it’s said there’s anti-bug treatment on them, so you should soak them before use.