Galactic Garbage Station Chapter 25-26

Hundreds of rats rushed into the restaurant, and the scene could be said to be very spectacular.

Those well-dressed men and women, one by one, screamed in horror, another woman directly fainted, people fled everywhere, tables and chairs fell, bowls and plates were smashed, the scene was chaotic.

The mice seemed to have a purpose. They climbed over some steaks that had fallen to the ground and ignored them completely.

Part of them rushed to where Su Jing was sitting before, jumped on the table and surrounded the bottle of pepper that Su Jing had taken.

The other part rushed to Zhao Jun and looked covetously at Zhao Jun and Boss Li.

"Guu"

Both Zhao Jun and Boss Li swallowed a mouthful of saliva and were scared by this scene for a second.

Then they reacted at the same time, turned around and fled. But, they did not move fast enough as the moving mice quickly caught up with them. Several more radical ones jumped onto Zhao Jun and climbed to Zhao Jun's pocket position.

After being jumped on by mouse on his body Zhao Jun almost went crazy, screaming like a woman, frantically swaying his body, trying to shake off the mouse off of him. Although he succeeded in dropping one or two, his running speed slowed down and more mice jumped on him. The mice tried to hold on him, scratching his clothes and skin and even took a few bites out of him.

Boss Li escaped without being attacked by any mice. Looking back at Zhao Jun's tragic situation, he dared not rush to help himself. He turned to the waiters and said, "What are you still stunned about? Go up and save Young Master Zhou.

All the employees backed off, their heads shaking like rattledrums.

Are you kidding? Who would dare to go up against such a cruel rat herd?

What I do is the job of a waiter. I get the salary of a waiter, not a rodent killer.

"Ah  Ah!"

Zhao Jun cried and screamed and rolled on the ground like a madman.

Many mice were crushed to death by him, but they still refused to let go.

Nearly a minute later, the mice suddenly dispersed and left Zhao Jun lying on the ground breathless.

n.o.body noticed that in the chaos just now, a mouse bit Zhao Jun's pocket and quickly ate a small piece of meat.

Another group of mice dispersed in a hurry, but the bottle of pepper had been torn out of shape.

"What the f.u.c.k is this?" Zhao Jun stood up and roared. His clothes were in tatters, his skin was covered with red bites, and he looked very awkward. Not to mention the high-end restaurant. The fast food restaurant on the street would not let him in.

"I also want to ask, what the h.e.l.l is this going on?" Boss Li glanced at the chaotic restaurant, his eyes were red and he had just driven the big man away and had not had time to bear the anger of that event when this happened. This kind of high-end restaurant, even if there is a mouse, the business will be greatly affected. It will take a long time to recover. With such a large group of rats, it can be said that the business has been destroyed by more than half. After all, who would dare to come to eat in this kind of restaurant with mice?

"A'Jing sighed with a sigh of relief." Out of the Western restaurant, Zhu Jianhua is still somewhat angry and dissatisfied.

"Oh, what are you angry with them, they will get their retribution sooner or later." Su Jing smiled lightly.

"Yes, this kind of store that deliberately embarra.s.ses its customers will not last long." Mr. w.a.n.g responded lightly. Su Jing and Zhu Jianhua didn't pay much attention to his words. Only Lin Cai'er, who knew Mr. w.a.n.g's ident.i.ty, thought that the western restaurant was over. What Lin Cai'er and Mr. w.a.n.g didn't know was that the Western restaurant was almost finished now.

"I'm sorry Mr. Su, but I didn't expect Zhao Jun to play such a low-level trick." Shen Jiayao apologized.

"It's all right. I don't care. I'll just eat somewhere else." Su Jing said calmly.

"I know a restaurant with a good taste," said Mr. w.a.n.g. This time, led by Mr. w.a.n.g, they went to another high-end restaurant. This restaurant has a variety of traditional Chinese cuisine and the taste was very good. Everyone ate very well and everyone enjoyed it very much. After eating and drinking, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Mr. w.a.n.g were all rus.h.i.+ng to pay, but since Mr. w.a.n.g was an old customer here, he finally paid the bill.

Shen Jiayao's cooperation with Su Jing has been completely settled. It is also agreed that Zhu Jianhua will send some stray animals to Su Jing's house tomorrow and bring Su Jing's pets back to the perfect Pet Paradise by the way. So Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua and Liu Rin left and went to Pet Paradise and left Su Jing and Mr. w.a.n.g alone for their private conversation.

"Mr. w.a.n.g, what do you want from me," Su Jing said.

"Things are like this." Mr. w.a.n.g paused a bit, seeming to think about the wording and then said, "I have a five-and-half-year-old son. Since December last year, he had started to dislike eating. I thought it was just a child throwing a tantrum but he started to vomit everything he ate. We took him to the hospital for examination, only to know that he had anorexia. Since then, my son has not had a good meal, basically relying on a drip to maintain nutrition. Yesterday evening, my good friend Zhou Xian brought a fish porridge. My son actually ate it all and after eating it, he wanted to eat more. His entire mental state was much better. Zhou Xian told me that this fish is from Mr. Su, so I want to ask Mr. Su to be my son's personal chef and ask Mr. Su to cook for him. As for the salary, I will leave it to you."

"It turned out to be so," Su Jing suddenly realized that Zhou Xian had packed the porridge with fish fillets instead of taking it back for himself. He cooked the porridge himself, and even people who had anorexia wanted to eat it. It was unexpected. However, Su Jing doesn't want to be a cook, let alone a private cook. As for salary, Su Jing doesn't care too much. Although he wants to make money, he really doesn't want to use a sick boy to gain it. He thinks, "Is your son's anorexia due to psychological or physiological problems?"

"It's anorexia in children. It's a disorder of digestive function. It's a physiological problem." Although Mr. w.a.n.g didn't understand why Su Jing asked this question, he answered truthfully.

"Well, let me give him a period of food therapy to see if it works." Someone has come themselves to him for help and to be polite Su Jing do not mind helping him, but he does not want to waste too much time on others, so he hopes to find a radical cure. If it's mainly a psychological problem, Su Jing is helpless, but it's mainly a physical problem, maybe he can solve it himself.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Su." Mr. w.a.n.g was very happy and excited. "Mr. Su, to tell you the truth, my son is in Yunhua Hospital near here and I've already asked the owner of this restaurant. So Mr. Su can cook here, whatever ingredients you want you can use them.

"Uh…" Su Jing was stunned. He dared to say that Mr. w.a.n.g had chosen this restaurant from the start, but shook his head and said, "It's not the usual ingredients for diet therapy. I'm not used to other people's kitchen utensils. Why don't you come to my home with me?"

"Also." Mr. w.a.n.g chose this restaurant for convenience only, and Su Jing has the final say.

Mr. w.a.n.g asked the driver to drive BMW and send Su Jing and him to Su Jing's home. Su Jing entered the kitchen alone. After only ten or twenty minutes, he prepared a dish and put it in the lunch box. When he took the lunch box out, Mr. w.a.n.g received it like a treasure.

"I won't go, you bring it to your son and see if it works," Su Jing said.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Su." Mr. w.a.n.g was anxious about his son and drove away with the lunch box.

More than half an hour later, Mr. w.a.n.g came to the senior ward of Yunhua Hospital 401. He saw a thin little boy lying in bed beside a slightly haggard beauty and a middle-aged doctor taking his pulse.

Mr. w.a.n.g went up with his lunch box and asked the middle-aged doctor. After all, he was the doctor in charge. Even if he wanted to have diet treatment, he had to give notice.

After the middle-aged doctor heard it, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled: "Even people do not look at it personally, do not listen to the pulse, heartbeat or face and then go on diet therapy in a vain way. No matter if it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, they won't have any positive effects, this is just nonsense!"

"Mr. Su, who cooks this dish, is a chef and not a doctor. How can he take the pulse?" w.a.n.g Zhuo explained.

"Since he is not a doctor, what qualifications does he have for diet therapy? I don't despise chefs, but there are specialists in the field. Diet therapy is strictly a medicine skill and not a cooking skill. He should at least have a face-to-face talk with me about what to eat and what not to eat. He should have asked me first. Otherwise, even if his cooking skills are good enough, the wrong food is useless. "Liu Wei, a middle-aged doctor, complained.

The so-called diet therapy is the use of food that affects all aspects of the body's functions so that it can obtain health or prevent disease.

But not just get some nutrients, even if it is a diet therapy, they must supplement the anorexia according to the patient body needs, otherwise, it will be harmful. For example, some people consciously suffer from a physical deficiency, and they often use tonic drugs such as ginseng wine, milkvetch root nagaimo soup, ginseng root powder to supplement them. Unexpectedly, such things will benefit the Yin-deficient people (pale, frightened, low fever, night sweating, sweating, etc.). Thirst, reddish tongue, less moss, insomnia, and more dreams) is not available, but the use of Yin and Jin consumption, making the anorexia shape heavier.

That is to say, the most important thing in diet therapy is to eat the right food, not to cook it well.

Anorexia in children is a disorder of digestive function and they cannot eat disorderly, otherwise, it may lead to vomiting or diarrhea.

"Little Rui ate fish porridge cooked by Mr. Su yesterday and he seemed a lot healthier. Other chefs cooked fish porridge with yellow croaker, but Little Rui still couldn't eat it." w.a.n.g Zhuo explained that although he knew Liu Wei was a first-cla.s.s doctor and he was worried for his son, the fact was that the hospital's medical skills seemed to be no better than a bowl of porridge.

"Oh? Liu Wei was stunned. There was a trace of suspicion on his face. The porridge was so delicious that anorexia ceased to exist for that time, he pointed to w.a.n.g Zhuo's lunch box and said, "Let's see what he cooked first."

Liu Wei is not completely unreasonable. If the other person cooks it is suitable for eating, they can try it.

After all, on the premise of choosing the right ingredients, good cooking is really helpful, at least to increase appet.i.te.

w.a.n.g Zhuoyi opened the lunch box and it immediately sent out a burst of meat fragrance. w.a.n.g Zhuo and Liu Wei swallowed their saliva immediately. The middle-aged woman sitting beside the bed also came up and asked in surprise, "What did Mr. Su cook? It's too fragrant."

When they looked into the lunch box, they saw a small bowl of steamed pork, tender yellow in color and decorated with scallions.

"No, Little Rui can't eat greasy food." Liu Wei immediately shook his head but he had to admit that the bowl of meat was too fragrant, but it was not suitable for an anorexia patient.

"That Mr. Su doesn't even know the most basic things." The middle-aged beauty frowned slightly.

"I will call and ask him." w.a.n.g Zhuo was somewhat puzzled. He didn't ask Su Jing what to cook beforehand, because Su Jing talked about diet therapy. He must have understood better than himself. In order not to disperse the heat, he didn't open it all the way. So now he knew it was pork. He thought it was still porridge.

"h.e.l.lo, Mr. Su." After the call, w.a.n.g Zhuo remained polite.

"Well, Mr. w.a.n.g, did your son eat it?" Su Jing asked.

"Not yet, Why did Mr. Su prepare pork instead of porridge? It's too greasy for my son to eat." w.a.n.g Zhuo smiled bitterly.

"Who said that he can't eat it?" Su Jing smiled and asked.

"The doctor said that and he also said diet therapy is medical science and you have to ask him about the food." w.a.n.g Zhuo answered Su Jing and remained silent, not to mention anorexia. Generally, people can't eat greasy food with cold and fever. Shouldn't it be common sense?

"The so-called diet therapy is to treat something first and then to start the therapy. What diet therapy can I cook for your son when he eats nothing? I believe that the bowl of meat is good for your son. Believe it or not, it's up to you." Su Jing pretended to say something and then hung up the phone. Magical Beast's meat is amazing. He knows that after eating it, his body looks like it had gone through a rebirth. How difficult is it to regulate digestive function? But if w.a.n.g Zhuo doesn't believe it, then he doesn't want to say more. Wasting two or three pieces of Magical Beast meat already has already left some pain in his heart and he is too lazy to waste his tongue.

"Eat first, treat later." w.a.n.g Zhuo muttered to himself and looked at the boy in the hospital bed. "Little Rui, do you want to eat this bowl of meat?"

In fact, his worries are superfluous, because his son w.a.n.g Rui who was half-asleep before got awakened by the fragrance. Now his mouth is salivating as he looks at the lunch box and nods. In fact, from his point of view, he can not see what is inside the lunch box, but the fragrance is enough to attract him.

"Mr. w.a.n.g, if you really give your son this bowl of meat, I'm not responsible for any problems." Liu Wei frowned.

"You don't have to be responsible, I will bear it." " w.a.n.g Zhuo's tone is indifferent. In fact, today he observed Su Jing a lot. When he was driven away from the western restaurant, Su Jing's indifferent att.i.tude gave him a lot of good feelings. Intuitively, he felt that Su Jing was a very good person. Moreover, if this bowl of meat really makes my son vomit or have diarrhea, it's not much of a big deal. It's not once or twice anyway. On the contrary, if it really helps, as Su Jing said, it may solve a big problem.

"Little Rui, take a small bite first." w.a.n.g Zhuo took a small piece and handed it to w.a.n.g Rui's mouth. w.a.n.g Rui bit it and ate it three or two times. It was not that he wanted to eat fast, but it was too delicious to resist.

"I want more." w.a.n.g Rui couldn't wait to grab the lunch box, but w.a.n.g Zhuo didn't give it to him. He still took a small bite to feed it and watched w.a.n.g Rui. Until w.a.n.g Rui ate all the meat in the lunch box, there was still nothing wrong with him and he seemed a lot better.

"Dad, I still want to eat." w.a.n.g Rui licked his lips.

"Hha, can't eat too much at a time, can we have dinner again?" w.a.n.g Zhuo and the middle-aged woman looked at each other and smiled. They touched their son's head with indulgence and looked at his son's long-lost eating and smiling face. They were very gratified.

Nevertheless, they were afraid to relax and take care of him. Liu Wei stayed and was always ready to rescue Liu Rui. But after several hours, w.a.n.g Rui not only did not show any anorexia symptoms but also became more and more energetic and even got out of bed.

"Mom, I'm hungry. Can I have an apple?" w.a.n.g Rui picked up a big red apple on the plate.

"Of course." The middle-aged woman's eyes brightened.

w.a.n.g Rui grabbed the apple and ate it while reading the cartoon. He soon ate most of it.

"Dr. Liu, what do you think?" w.a.n.g Zhuo asked Liu Wei.

"This…this…this is not scientific!" Looking at the eating w.a.n.g Rui, Liu Wei was stunned.