Chapter 1689

"It can't be said that the emperor's mass hysteria was very similar to this two days ago." Zheng Rendao.

"Boss, don't talk nonsense. There's no definite diagnosis in the end. I still think you're talking about mass hysteria." Su yundao.

"Then give me a diagnosis." Zheng Ren doesn't care. He holds convenient chopsticks and gently lights them on the table.

It looks a bit like director Pan tapping the pipe cone with his fingers.

"When can the big dish of chicken be served?" Xie Yi didn't seem to listen to what Zheng Ren and Su Yun were talking about. All her attention was in the back kitchen.

Every time the landlady hurried out with a big plate, she thought she was going to serve her group of people.

Keep your eyes on it and shine.

It's dinner time. It's not busy here.

"Eat too much fat, too much fat." Su Yun said contemptuously, "we still have to pursue life. I'll tell you, but it's summer soon."

As he spoke, the object of his speech had been changed to Chang Yue.

Chang Yue obviously wanted to eat a large plate of chicken, but Su Yun gave a warning, and she immediately tangled up.

"My body is too long because it is thin. I don't even have a little fat enough to produce pleasant warmth and maintain the flame of my heart." Zheng Rendao.

"Huh?" Shea's hand tightened slightly.

She belongs to the kind of thin body with only chest. She is not fat in how to eat, which is completely different from Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren quickly waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mean little Yi. He just wanted to make a casual remark against Su Yun, but he didn't expect to be hurt by mistake.

"Kafka said, Kafka said." Zheng Ren hurriedly explained, "Kafka is also the kind of person loved by God. He doesn't eat fat."

Zheng Ren's explanation in his busy schedule inadvertently touched Chang Yue's weakness and attracted white eyes.

Stop talking. Where there are more women, there are more right and wrong. Although there are only two women in the medical group... Girls, they are busy enough.

Chang Yue, you'll get fat if you eat something. Why do you blame yourself?

Zheng Ren felt that Chang Yue's eyes were a little sharp. He picked up the menu and pretended to look.

"Boss, it's useless. You can't see the flowers." Su Yun smiled and pierced Zheng Ren's painting.

"Who said that." Zheng Ren said, "it's OK to change the recipe into code. Matrix, have you seen it. The green code is not a special thing at all, but a sushi recipe."

"..." Su Yun really didn't know about it, "who did you listen to?"

"At school, a classmate loved the matrix and wondered if there were any secrets in the code that the wozhuosky brothers wanted to stay. So he studied it for a week and finally found that it was a sushi recipe." Zheng Rendao.

"Well, you learn lessons very quickly." Su Yun said, "I'm glad to see that you finally have points in your heart, not to mention one of your friends. It's a bit embarrassing for the boss to recognize friends indiscriminately."

Chatting, the landlady brought up two large plates of chicken.

With two bangs, the plate was almost thrown on the table.

Professor Rudolph Wagner's eyes brightened, and the strong fragrance floating out of the large plate of chicken made people move their forefingers.

"It's a place where Guti is buried. It tastes good to make things!" The professor praised.

"There are many delicious things in the fly restaurant. It just looks a little uncomfortable." Su Yun said, "if you want to eat, before you return home, I'll take you for a walk in the Hutong of the imperial capital."

"By the way, rich and noble children are going home?" Chang Yue asked.

"Eat, eat." Xie Yi couldn't help it and immediately arranged for dinner.

"From February 1, the Nobel Prize jury will screen and examine the recommended candidates, and the work will be kept strictly confidential." Su Yun's disdainful habit gushed: "now it's spread that our project has been awarded by the internal promise. This procedure is really getting less and less strict."

"It's all bullshit. How can you decide." Zheng renyun gently sandwiched a large plate of chicken for Xie Yi.

"Don't mention that led lights up a smart life, and LED lights can win the Nobel Prize in physics. What's the difference between our projects?" Su Yun despised.

"In mid October, the list of Nobel laureates will be announced." Zheng Ren said: "it's estimated that the amount of surgery required by Dr. mehar will be completed in June and July. At that time, rich children will go back to work in advance."

"Isn't it December?" Chang Yue asked.

"That's the award. The winners will be announced in mid October." Su yundao.

Speaking of the Nobel Prize, Professor Rudolf Wagner came to his senses. He immediately patted his chest and said, "boss, don't worry, I won't do it in half."

"It's all settled. It's no use going back or not." Su Yun smiled.

"Don't always say it's up to you. Others will say it. Our medical team says it's different." Zheng Ren doesn't take it seriously. What is uncertain is idle and idle people are talking nonsense.

"It's all right, just ourselves." Su Yun said indifferently, "I'm kidding. Why are you so serious."

"I'm not serious. According to the statistics of a sample of 3000 people, the average time for women to keep a secret is 47 hours and 15 minutes." Zheng Ren said, suddenly feeling that he had said something wrong again.

Fortunately, however, the big plate of chicken has come up. Xie Yi didn't notice what Zheng Ren was saying and is trying to eat.

He has been a little floating recently, and Zheng Ren began to reflect. He said two wrong words before he started eating.

"Boss, I really admire your spirit of dying now." You'll see. If you see Xie Yi's attention, he will laugh. "You just go on, you will know who has the final say in your family."

“……”

Zheng Ren thinks Su Yun is right. He really forgets himself. Just that sentence, when there is no one, I have two stomach Fei sentences. How can I say it in front of a little Iraqi?

I can't tell the truth, the world.

Zheng Ren began to be silent. He said more and made more mistakes. It's important to eat.

The big dish of chicken in this family is really authentic. Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie sitting in the corner are also very happy.

Liu Xiaojie even regained the feeling she felt at school.

But on the table, Liu zewei, who looks like an old professor, is not in a high position, even less than manager Feng, who limps around him.

Where to reason about it.

Feng Xuhui wanted to ask for this and that, but Su Yun pressed him back and told him to eat honestly. Don't talk about paying the bill.

The boss pays for the dinner of the medical group. This is the rule. It's made today.