Chapter 80

Song Qingcheng saw the hand and looked up at the man who ate the small cage with relish in front of him. He was stunned.

Is this man really Ji Zhengting, who usually sits at the breakfast table, elegant and expensive in every move?

"How does it taste? Is that ok? " Song's mother is very confident in her craft.

"It's delicious. I haven't been able to eat such authentic xiaolongbao for a long time." Ji Zhengting's words are not compliments, but praise from the heart.

Although there are all kinds of breakfast at home every day, xiaolongbao also appears on the breakfast table every other day, but every time I eat, I don't feel anything special.

But it's thin and delicious. This kind of delicacy is not the kind of delicacy prepared by seasoning, but should be related to experience and technique.

"This is our family's ancestral way of doing things, even if you are in the city. If you want to eat in the future, we can make it for you, or come to our house and I can make it for you. " Song's mother is full of enthusiasm.

"Mom, we're not his servants. Why do we do it for him?" Song Qingcheng is not happy again. She just said that he was a Hui and didn't eat meat, so he deliberately grabbed a small cage bag to eat, which was clearly intentional.

"How do you talk, you child?" Song's mother reproached her. When she turned to Ji Zhengting, she already had a smiling face. "Zhengting, our family's downfall is that we don't forgive others and love to be brave. In fact, we are a kind-hearted girl."

Ji Zhengting took a look at Song Qingcheng, then nodded and said, "I know."

"Sit down and eat. It's not delicious when it's cold."

Ji Zhengting nodded.

Song's mother made two cages of small bags, a total of 20. Song Qingcheng ate five, song's mother ate a few, and Ji Zhengting ate the rest, and drank two bowls of porridge.

He usually has breakfast at Ji's house, which is a glass of milk, two pieces of bread and an egg at most. Song Qingcheng has never seen him eat so much breakfast.

It's an eye opener.

……

After they had breakfast, Lu Qing came.

"What's the taste? It smells good." Lu Qing sniffed. Because their breakfast has just been finished and cleaned up, the smell in the room has not gone away.

Song's mother sent Lu Qing out of the bathroom and said, "doctor, I'm so sorry. Today's breakfast is less, or I'll leave some for you."

"Don't mention it, auntie. I'm just talking about it." Lu Qing is also polite.

"By the way, doctor, how is my daughter?" Song's mother asked anxiously.

At this time, song Qingcheng also helped his mother clean the thermos pot from the bathroom, and Ji Zhengting also came in after smoking from the balcony. It seems that they all came to listen to the results.

"You're the patient's mother, aren't you?" Lu Qing confirms.

"Yes, I am."

"I have already told your son-in-law about your daughter's specific condition. You can ask him for details." When Lu Qing spoke, she glanced at Ji Zhengting.

“……” Song's mother is confused, son-in-law?

Song's mother's eyes turned to Ji Zhengting standing next to him. Ji Zhengting's face was black but not black, angry but not angry, embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Song's mother's last eyes fell on her daughter, while song Qingcheng explained in a hurry, "you misunderstood, I'm just friends with him."

Song's mother was relieved and laughed at Lu Qing.

"Ask your daughter's boyfriend. I'm going to do other tests for the patient now." What Lu Qing said is quite natural.

Mother song was stunned again.

"Don't listen to her, Ma." When song Qingcheng passed her mother, she whispered a word of advice to her mother.

Before Song's mother could speak, she watched her daughter enter the examination room. Then she drew her eyes back and looked at Ji Zhengting.

"Zheng Ting, that..." Song's mother didn't know what to do, so she gave Ji Zhengting the right to choose.

Ji Zhengting is also not sure whether his mother wants to ask him about his relationship with song Qingcheng or his illness. Of course, in his current situation, he can only choose to answer the latter,

"Auntie, don't worry, Qingcheng's illness is just a relapse, it's no big deal. The doctor also said, she is still young, as long as they pay more attention to maintenance, there will be no danger. "

Song's mother nodded at ease.

However, since Ji Zhengting chose to avoid the relationship between him and song Qingcheng, his mother did not embarrass him.

"My daughter has been very clever and sensible since she was young. Although our parents didn't bring her any pride, she knows how to be content, so I'm very relieved to leave a person out."

"A girl alone outside, in fact, or lack of a lot of security." Ji Zhengting's words are meaningful.

Song Mu nodded and agreed with what he said, but at last she just sighed silently and said nothing more.

As a mother, she does not know the danger of having a girl outside, but she has no way to deal with the situation at home.It can be seen that mother song has difficulties, and Ji Zhengting doesn't say anything. What he said just now is that he hopes that song's mother can persuade song Qingcheng to be careful when she chooses her job.

……

After Song Qingcheng finished the relevant examination, because he had breakfast this morning, he could not draw blood on an empty stomach, so he had to wait until tomorrow morning.

Mother song stayed with her all morning and refused to go back.

For lunch at noon, song Qingcheng plans to order a take out for her mother, because she is the only one in the ward.

"Mom, do you want fish or meat? The boiled fish and barbecued rice are good, or the seafood chowder is delicious, but it's a little spicy. " Song Qingcheng is holding a mobile phone to help her mother find food.

"What's your name? Mom is not hungry at all. It's not too late to cry again when she's hungry." Song's mother was afraid of spending money, so she took her mobile phone directly.

"If you're not hungry, you have to eat. And I've eaten so much in the morning, so I won't be hungry. " Song Qingcheng plays childish with his mother directly.

"You are a patient now. You can't compare with your mother."

"I'm all right. If I hadn't eaten this morning, I would have been able to leave the hospital." Blame Ji Zhengting, did not tell her this morning to take blood test.

"If you're in a hurry, don't worry about staying two more days."

"I want money to live here, too. I don't know how much it costs for such a good ward. " Song Qingcheng looked at the ward, a little sad.

Her part-time work for so many days must be in vain!

"It's true that the wards in this big hospital are so good. No wonder people dare not come to see a doctor in this big hospital."

"So it's better to leave the hospital earlier than earlier."

"That said, the body is important. Mom, there's something I want to tell you

"What's the matter?" Song Qingcheng looked at his mother's serious appearance, a little uneasy.

"You are still in school now. My mother hopes that when you go to school, you don't have to do part-time jobs. When you graduate, you can find a stable job, so that my mother can rest assured."