Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 254 I Want to Eat Wontons

People have three urgent needs, and when she went to the toilet, she happened to miss Zhang Yan's internal call.

So Zhang Yan drove his wheelchair to the tea room by himself.

No one cared about him, so he naturally wanted to drink coffee. The people in the secretary's office didn't know that Zhang Yan was not allowed to drink coffee, and the intern was kind enough to add ice cubes to Zhang Yan's coffee.

Americano without ice is soulless.

Xiao Zhu was completely unaware of this matter.

Xiao Zhu looked at the culprit coffee, took a photo of it, and sent it to the work group of the secretary's office.

【Who poured coffee for Mr. Zhang? 】

The intern was not in the work group, and the others were confused when asked.

"Secretary Zhu sent a message in the work group. It's been a minute and no one has replied, isn't that good?"

No one knew what was going on and no one dared to respond rashly. After all, it was not them who did it.

"Oh, it's not me who poured Mr. Zhang's coffee, who cares? I've read it but won't reply."

The intern next to him heard it and whispered, "I saw Mr. Zhang go to the tea room to make coffee himself, so I helped him get a cup of iced Americano."

Afterwards, there was a sound of gasps from the surroundings, and everyone buried their heads in their own work, fearing that they would be implicated. After all, they were afraid of being implicated.

The intern's instructor immediately pulled his arm and said, "Shut up."

She tapped her phone, motioning for him to check the messages.

[Don’t pour coffee or tea for Mr. Zhang in the future.]

[Also, don’t ask why. ]

I'm afraid this intern won't make it through the internship period. With such lack of tact, the chances of him becoming a regular employee are almost zero.

Five minutes later, someone found a small note stuck on the coffee machine in the tea room on the top floor.

[It is strictly forbidden to give Zhang Yan coffee!!!]

The note was cleverly placed on top of the coffee machine.

Given the height of Zhang Yan's wheelchair, he couldn't see at all.

Otherwise he would definitely curse loudly.

Fire someone?

That’s not a big deal…

But, it’s insulting, and not much different than “no puppies allowed.”

After seeing this, Su Boding did not tell Zhang Yan, but took out his mobile phone and took a picture. After Lin Feng came back, he would definitely show this picture to Lin Feng secretly.

Look, they took good care of Zhang Yan during his business trip.

I thought Lin Feng and his team would only be on this business trip for a week. After all, they were going there to provide emergency assistance, and the post-disaster reconstruction work still depended on the efforts of the local and surrounding areas.

Unexpectedly, Lin Feng and Xiao Tang were both eating hotpot in the makeshift house over there, and they haven't come back yet.

They said the medical resources there were too backward and they had to stay for a few more days. Zhang Yan was so happy with them that he completely forgot that he had a patient at home who needed to be taken care of.

Zhang Yan poked at the healthy meal in the bowl from time to time. It was very healthy, colorful, fragrant and delicious. It would be boring if you ate too much.

He wanted to have some snacks or something, but Aunt Liu and Su Boding refused, and even Xiao Zhu refused to order takeout for him.

These days are hard, so hard.

Zhang Yan wanted to eat the wontons that Lin Feng made for him.

Lin Feng ate a piece of crispy tripe that was cooked in a hot pot. It was fresh, spicy and crunchy.

I ate it mouthful after mouthful and it was really satisfying.

Lin Feng felt his nose was a little itchy, so he subconsciously pulled out a piece of tissue and turned around to cover his nose.

"Ah!"

Sure enough, I sneezed.

Xiao Tang was sitting next to him and eating enthusiastically. "What's wrong? Are you catching a cold?"

The temperature has been getting lower and lower these days, and everyone thought that work was not too busy, so they simply organized a group to eat hotpot.

Although life was hard, the basic needs of food, clothing, housing and transportation were still met.

"It's okay. It must be because of the spiciness. Hey, I just sneezed and the beef roll disappeared."

"I was afraid the beef would be overcooked, so I ate it first. It's okay, I'll help you with it, it's all yours."

A group of people were talking at once, it was very lively.

At this time, Lin Feng's phone lit up, and when he opened it, it was a message from Zhang Yan.

[I want to eat the wontons you made. ]

Zhang Yan felt that if he didn't find some topics to talk about, Lin Feng would really forget about him.

Raymond Lam replied to the message immediately.

[I'll pack it for you when I get back.]

Zhang Yan looked at this short sentence and got a promise that he would come back. His eyebrows and eyes showed a little smile, and he continued to eat his healthy meal.

Lin Feng learned the skill of making wontons when he worked with his mother at a stall in high school.

Every night after evening self-study, Lin Feng would first help his mother chop the stuffing for the next day before doing his homework.

His mother is not as strong as him and has to work during the day. As the only man in the family, he naturally has to share more of the burden.

On weekend mornings, when other children were cherishing this rare opportunity to sleep in, Lin Feng got up early to help his mother set up the stall. He made wontons while listening to English listening lessons on his headphones.

Relying on an energy-saving lamp, from dusk to dawn, Lin Feng has watched countless sunrises on the street.

Lin Feng used to know nothing except studying. Later he learned how to make breakfast, and then he learned how to prepare three meals a day for himself.

Zhang Yan didn't know any of this.

Lin Feng didn't tell him.

Just like Zhang Yan had never introduced him to any family members other than Zhang Lingbei.

They are friends.

Are they confidants? They have never opened their hearts to each other, which is the last line of defense for adults.

When Zhang Yan said he wanted to eat wontons, Lin Feng didn't care and never concealed it.

Zhang Yan never asked Lin Feng why he had such good cooking skills or who his teacher was.

Lin Feng is grateful that the survival skills he learned in the hard times in the past can now become his plus points.

Lin Feng was eating the freshly-scalded beef rolls, wondering which other patients needed to be kept under observation and how many days it would take.

Before he had even eaten a few slices of beef rolls, Lin Feng felt full.

"I'm full, I'll go back first."

A colleague next to me started to make fun of him: "Hey, why did you leave? You didn't even eat much of the beef rolls I made especially for you, how come you're full? If you didn't eat any, I would have eaten it all..."

Lin Feng straightened the hem of his clothes and walked towards the door. After hearing what his colleague said, he raised his hand, waved twice, then opened the door and went out.

Lin Feng returned to his simple cabin, which contained a simple camp bed and two tables, which served as their desks.

It is both an office and a dormitory.

Lin Feng took off his coat and hung it on the rack next to the stove to get rid of the hot pot smell on his clothes.

I was flipping through the medical records, thinking about tomorrow's treatment plan. The patients with fractures had been transferred out, and there were still some patients with minor fractures. I would have to check their injuries tomorrow.

Lin Feng also wanted to eat some chicken soup wontons, sprinkled with some dried shrimps.