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Upourning home, the pe was just ready. Fatty lifted the pot lid to take a look, deemed it just right, and the upstairs to wake up Jiang g.
However, half, he suddenly heard a noise ing from the bathroom.
Wheurned around, the bathroom door opened, and Jiang g walked out, adjusting his pants.
“Doctor,” fatty greeted warmly, “you’re up! Haven’t had breakfast yet, right?”
Jiang g looked up at fatty’s face. After a few seds, he gnced back at the still-open bathroom door and replied with a hint of sarcasm, “Guess?”
Fatty thought Jiang g might have misuood him, so he hurriedly added, “Doctor, that’s not what I meant.”
After a pause, he tinued, “I made you some pe. Have a little in the m, and then we’ll have pork ribs for lunch.”
Upon hearing the words “pork ribs,” Jiang g’s face gradually turned rosy.
He inally wao scare fatty using Yao’s name, but then worried it might spoil the taste of the ribs at lunch, so he decided against it.
“Then I’ll just manage a bite,” Jiang g said, showing some courtesy as he ged dire and walked towards the office.
Perhaps because they were having pork ribs for lunch, Jiang g unusually didn’t finish all the pe but instead shared a siderable amount with fatty.
“Doctor,” fatty barely swallowed the pe in his mouth and waved his hand, saying, “Don’t serve me anymore, I really ’t drink anymore.”
“A bit of pe is good for your health,” Jiang g snatched fatty’s bowl, filled it up again, and personally pced it in front of him, saying, “It’s better thai.”
Fatty smacked his lips, suddenly realizing something, and early said, “Doctor, you’re not worried I’ll snatch the pork ribs at lunch, right?”
Jiang g retorted angrily, “Nonsense! I’m a respected doctor, a white-gel who saves lives! How could I do something like that!”
Fatty was taken aback by Jiang g’s rea. In his mind, doctors were somewhat abnormal, so it was better not to provoke them.
Otherwise, he might end up reting his glorious stories from night shifts at the KTV.
“Doctor,” fatty quickly interrupted him and steered the versation towards something Jiang g would find iing, “for lunch, do you prefer the ribs braised or stewed with some vegetables?”
As soon as the question was asked, Jiang g’s expression ged instantly. He slowly sat down and fell into deep thought at his desk.
Fatty took a deep breath.
In nightmares, even at life-ah moments, Jiang g had never been this serious.
After a while, Jiang g slowly raised his head and asked fatty, “Is there garli the kit?”
Fatty nodded, “Yes, I bought a few st time, and there are still some left.”
Not wanting to dwell on it any longer, Jiang g decided, “The’s stew it with some vegetables. You peel the garlic, wash it, and chop it finely. There should still be a bottle of sesame oil in the sed partment of the fridge. Add a little sesame oil to it,” he smacked his lips, “I want to dip the ribs in it.”
“Do you want green onions and tro?” Fatty picked up a small notebook, rec as he asked.
Jiang g thought for a moment and replied, “A little is fine, but you o be careful. The green onioo be briefly fried in oil to make them fragrant.”
Fatty put down his notebook, raised his head, and asked him, “Doctor, don’t you think your requests are a bit excessive?”
“You have to uand,” Jiang g said nontly, “I’m not like you; after all, I make my living based on my looks. If the dies stop liking me because I have pimples on my face…”
Fatty didn’t wait for him to finish and got up to leave.
After a while, he returo clear the bowls and chopsticks from the table, taking them to the kit.
The sound of running water came from the faucet.
Jiang g leaned ba his chair at his desk and opened his puter.
He found a familiar website from his history and looked at it with i.
Soon, fatty poked his head out of the kit. “Doctor,” he called out, “do you have any pns ter?”
Jiang g, already in a sage mode, calmly closed the webpage and replied in the same tone, “You tell me what you need first, then I’ll decide if I have pns ter.”
Fatty meticulously put the ptes, bowls, and chopsticks ba their inal pces.
He worked very carefully and wouldn’t just do a simple up because he had to e baake the ribs ter. He thhly wiped dow with a cloth, washed the cutting board, and stood it up to dry, making it less likely to breed bacteria.
After doing all this, fatty walked out of the kit while drying his hands.
“Want some coffee?” he asked. “Doctor.”
Jiang g rested one hand on the desk and lightly knocked on it. “A caramel cappuo with hazelnut fvor, please.”
Fatty began to grin, “Doctor, you might still be half asleep. You know your own situatiht?”
His voice came from the kit, slightly distorted.
“Even instant coffee, you only drink half a bag at a time because there’s only one bag left.”
Fatty walked out with the st bag of coffee, shaking it as he emphasized, “Half for you, half for me.”
Although it sounded a bit pitiful, this was just Jiang g’s daily life.
Fatty sat across from Jiang g, took a sip of coffee, and then put down the cup. Curiously, he asked, “Doctor, I feel like you shouldn’t be living like this. Could it be…”
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, looking at Jiang g and indignantly saying, “Don’t those rien pay you for being a pimp?”
“I’ll reiterate,” Jiang g sat up straight, speaking in a very serious tone. “I’m doing this entirely out of for their mental health. Please don’t use such vulgar terms to tarnish this sacred endeavor.”
Fatty: “…”
Jiang g lowered his head, absentmindedly stirring his coffee with a spoon before taking it out and tapping it against the edge of the cup.
As the clear sound of tapping ended, he picked up the coffee cup and took a small sip, letting out a satisfied groan.
“Ah~”
“Doctor,” fatty’s face turned awkward for a moment, and then he licked his lips, nodding slightly towards the coffee cup in Jiang g’s hand. “It’s just a cup of instant coffee worth 75 ts; I don’t think it deserves such treatment.”
“Of course, if you feel like life needs some ceremony, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
Jiang g g him sideways. “You wouldn’t uand; after all, I…”
“Alright,” fatty directly cut off Jiang g’s words.
He first g the dire of the door, then turned back, adopting a serious expression and l his voice. “Holy, Doctor, there’s something I ’t uand.”
“What exactly are those people trying so hard to find?” Jiang g replied casually while blowing at the steam rising from his coffee cup.
Fatty couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
(End of the Chapter)
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