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There is a very magical picture in front of me.

There is plenty of sunshine in the spacious ward, but...the wide table in the center is filled with all kinds of hot pot ingredients.

Some of the seafood was transported by air just this morning. After being washed and placed on the dinner plate, it looks very fresh and makes people very appetizing.

Various vegetables, fungi, and meats circled the copper pot, and Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang, Ye Mozhu, Xu Lele and Gao Qingsong were sitting around the table.

The old soup in the mandarin duck pot was boiling, and they couldn't wait to put the ingredients into it.

Soon the fragrance in the ward overflowed, and the fragrance came to the bed...

The bed is huge, after all, it is a top maternity hospital. Su Yu leaned on the bedside and took up only one-third of the area, but her resentment grew deeper as she smelled the tip of her nose.

It is not that there is no food in front of her, and it is also very rich. The retractable table by the bed has been put in front of her. On it is a small pot of stewed pork knuckle soup. The coriander on it is decorated with pure white soup.

A small bowl of red bean porridge is accompanied by scallion pancakes cut into triangles, a plate of green broccoli, a plate of bamboo shoots and chicken breast, and a plate of very delicate pastries.

Su Yu, who looked down at it, also thought it was pretty good, so she could barely bear it, after all, she was in confinement.

So, when Zhang Xiaojian and others ate the meat one by one, she made a sound of'umh', she picked up the spoon and took a sip of the pork feet soup.

Then there was only one thought left in her head.

How can there be such a terrible soup in this world?No seasoning is normal for a confinement meal, but why is it tasteless and so unpleasant?

Su Yu didn't know that it was pretty good without the smell of singe pig hair... When she had the fish soup tomorrow, the smell was really unbearable.

She just looked at the hot pot table with murderous eyes and shouted, "Gao Qingsong!"

Gao Qingsong leaned back like a eunuch and stood up, with a flattering smile: "Yu, what's wrong, the confinement meal is not delicious, I think it's quite hearty."

Su Yu: "Come on, you can taste it, this is what people eat!"

Gao Qingsong picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and sat on the side of the bed, whispering, "For the baby..."

Su Yu's hand came to Gao Qingsong's arm, and then the screams resounded like a pig.

Zhang Xiaojian and others laughed while eating delicious food, and they were even more cheerful watching Gao Qingsong burst into blue veins on his forehead.

Ye Mozhu put a fresh shrimp in a clear soup pot to cook, then peeled off the shell of the shrimp, rinsed the mineral water, and clamped it in front of Su Yu with chopsticks.

Su Yu didn't say a word, and ate it in one bite. Although there was no flavor of the seasoning, the prawns were really fresh with a salty taste, and the eyes immediately radiated light.

Ye Mozhu sighed, "Hey, this confinement is really enough to suffer. This is only the first day."

Su Yu said unfinishedly: "I actually let you eat hot pot here to exercise your willpower."

Bai Yang smiled and said: "Pinching Gao Qingsong to vent when the willpower is a bit unbearable is indeed a brilliant move. It is estimated that after a few days of practice, you will be able to face the confinement meal very plainly."

Zhang Xiaojian smiled and said, "No, I think this is training Gao Qingsong's willpower."

Gao Qingsong nodded with tears in his eyes, then returned to the hot pot table, venting the pain with overeating.

But Su Yu saw that his food was too fragrant and couldn't bear it, so he said, "Gao Qingsong!"

Gao Qingsong's pinched veins violently again, and then returned to the hot pot table to overeating... it seemed to be caught in a closed loop.

——

The whole morning was spent talking and laughing like this.

Su Yu recovered quickly from the birth, but she obviously had to lie down for a few days.

In the afternoon, Bai Yang and Xu Lele drove back to Jiangcheng, while Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu returned to the mansion.

The second aunt knew that they had eaten outside, so she took a bite by herself and ate a very expensive steak in Ningyuan Commercial Street, which was very expensive and expensive. She also drank a glass of red wine and saved the rest. .. to prove that she is changing.

Now placed in front of her are all kinds of flyers.

There are more than 20 copies of English, more than a dozen copies of training software, and more than 20 persons.

Zhang Xiaojian came in and sat next to Aunt Er. He saw the promotional flyer on the table and looked at her in amazement: "Aunt Er, you are..."

Second aunt: "I want to study~~!"

Zhang Xiaojian coughed. He wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop, because he found that the second aunt's eyes were shining...

It's like the desire in his eyes when he wanted to learn guitar when he was a child, and when the second aunt said that he had no money...

Okay, learn... learn whatever you like.

"Xiaojian, which one do you think is reliable?" Er Yi asked, turning her head.

Ye Mozhu put on comfortable and generous clothes at this time, walked over and sat down and smiled: "He doesn't know this, I will screen it for you."

The second aunt smiled: "Mozhu is better, but you should take a nap first and take more rest."

Ye Mozhu said, "It's okay, I'm not tired." As she said, she carefully discerned which of the large number of flyers was a reliable training institution.

Zhang Xiaojian refused to accept that he wanted to help the staff, but the phone rang at this moment.

Picking it up, it turned out to be a WeChat sent by Li Cong—Zhong Lingshuai is your friend?

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, and asked—Do you know Zhong Lingshuai?

...

...

Zhong Lingshuai, a strange man.

When I met Zhang Xiaojian in the imperial capital, he staged a period of talent and beauty in the clubhouse. Since then, he has been living in Jiangcheng and has become a small security guard at the music scene.

For more than half a year, the music scene has known that he is a fake down-and-out noble boy, because he will be noisy: "Give me a ticket, and I will pay it back ten times in the future."

Of course, no one believes lies that are only believed by mentally handicapped people, and most of them listen to them for fun.

This includes Shi Jin. After Hong Xinshu left, there were not many people around Shi Jin. As Zhang Xiaojian's friend, Zhong Lingshuai naturally relied on the reason of being a householder... to climb into the top of the music scene.

Not to mention, he still has two brushes, at least he provided many practical suggestions on management.

But Lao Shi did not believe that he was a second generation because of his talents in this area, but now he has to believe.

In the imperial capital, a top coffee shop, Lao Shi and Zhong Lingshuai just finished talking with the person in charge of the construction unit of the music scene, and happened to meet Li Cong, an internet celebrity.

Of course, Li Cong knows the old history, the famous rich second generation in China.

What I didn't expect was that Li Cong walked over after a glance.

What surprised Lao Shi was why Li Cong looked at his surprise in this direction, and opened his arms, as if to give himself a warm hug?

This... not good, although you Li Cong seems to be very enthusiastic, but you shouldn't know me.

Just wondering, Zhong Lingshuai stood up and actually hugged Li Cong.

Li Cong also asked: "Xiaoshuai, where I went this year, I can't contact you."

Zhong Lingshuai: "Harm... I'm going to experience life and work for an unscrupulous boss."

Shi Jinzuo looked and looked again, and suddenly realized that Zhong Lingshuai, the awesome B that was blown before, seemed to be true, and he immediately gave birth to the nonsense of why he didn't believe Zhong Lingshuai... he might be true Will be returned ten times.