Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

The two doctors worked at the same time, one chopping the stuffing and the other kneading the noodles. The division of labor was very clear. Li Qingcheng was from the north, so the kneading and skinning skills were naturally not a problem.

Song Yuheng was born in the south of the Yangtze River, but he chops stuffing in a ruthless and fierce manner, he can only hear the sound of thumping, Li Qingcheng saw his ruthlessness, and stood beside him happily.

Song Yuheng paused slightly, then turned to look at him, "What are you laughing at?"

Li Qingcheng looked at the pair of knives in his hand, and joked: "I thought Dr. Song could only use a scalpel, but I didn't expect it would be okay to use a kitchen knife. If I were this pile of pork, I'd be shivering."

Song Yuheng's ears were slightly red, and he continued to chop stuffing with a blank face, "If you were this pile of pork, you would have died long ago, and you would have no chance to shiver."

Li Qingcheng: "...that's exactly what you said."

Li Qingcheng lowered his head and continued to knead the dough, and looked up at Song Yuheng from time to time. Song Yuheng was very uncomfortable with his non-negligible gaze, so he stopped his knife involuntarily, "What are you looking at?"

Li Qingcheng said solemnly: "Doctor Song, do you know what you look like now?"

"Like what?" Song Yuheng was puzzled.

Li Qingcheng suppressed the smile in his throat, and said, "Like a meat chopping machine with an expressionless face, the coordination of hands is so good that it explodes, you don't practice less?"

Song Yuheng could see that he was teasing him, his eyes swept over the soft white dough in the basin, and said, "You haven't practiced less."

Li Qingcheng was deflated again.

After finishing the preliminary work, Song Yuheng started seasoning, "Chenchen liked to tinker with these things when she was very young. When she was more than one year old, Aunt Rong made wontons, and he would hold a small bench to watch. Aunt Rong was afraid that he would be bored, so she grabbed the dough Let him play."

Li Qingcheng was sweating profusely from kneading his face. He was listening to Song Yuheng while wiping his sweat.

"He is very good at imitating, and he learned how to make wontons by himself while playing and watching. I remember that when he made the first wonton, my mother used that wonton as a souvenir and took it out from time to time. He knows more and more things, and we don't have a chance to make a fuss anymore."

Li Qingcheng gave a thumbs up, "As expected of my little nephew, he is very talented."

Song Yuheng: "..."

"Doctor Li, if you don't knead the noodles well, our breakfast will be changed to lunch." Song Yuheng reminded lightly.

Li Qingcheng patted the tough dough, which trembled, weak and helpless, "Okay, let's go to the restaurant, it can't be used here."

The kitchen in the suite for the hospital's staff was very small. Two men about 1.8 meters tall stood in it, and it was indeed a bit crowded. Song Yuheng brought out the prepared meat stuffing.

After washing the rolling pin, Li Qingcheng went out with the basin in his hand. He moved the dough neatly, rolled out the dough into long strips, then cut the dough into evenly sized dough with a cutter, and rolled it out swiftly.

Song Yuheng stood beside him, watching him skillfully rolling the dough, he said: "Look at your young master who is usually so delicate that you have glasses legs, how smooth you are when you roll the dough."

Li Qingcheng blinked at him, "Then you underestimate me, I can do everything at home, besides, there are not many elders in the north who know how to roll dough."

Northerners love to eat dumplings, and they can have a meal of dumplings when they encounter any solar terms. When they were young, when they encountered solar terms, their mother would call them all together, and the family would make dumplings by themselves.

Rolling dough is a physical labor. There are women in the room, and he dare not let his father come, so he has to play by himself. Over time, he has become proficient in this skill.

"One day, if I can't hold a scalpel anymore, I can consider switching to rolling dough. You can have as thin as you want."

Song Yuheng taunted mercilessly, "If you can no longer hold a scalpel or a rolling pin, then you can eat and die."

Li Qingcheng complained: "Dr. Song, I found that you are really rude to me."

Song Yuheng turned his head away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "If you hang around, we can have dinner instead."

Li Qingcheng: "..."

Can't move it, can't move it, Li Qingcheng lowered his head to roll the dough, danced the rolling pin like a carving, and could roll out a dough in a few seconds.

Song Yuheng took the dough, put the stuffing on it and kneaded it in one go. A small wonton was placed beside it, as beautiful as a work of art.

Li Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, "Is this how you make wontons by pinching them in? It looks much easier than ours."

"The wonton skin is thin, just squeeze it together." Song Yuheng slowed down his movements for him to see while speaking, and Li Qingcheng was dumbfounded.

"I want to try." After that, he picked up a piece of dough, put meat stuffing in the middle, and imitated Song Yuheng's movement, and when he spread his hands again, his face collapsed immediately, " No, no, why did I pinch it like this?"

Song Yuheng couldn't help laughing, "You're using too much force, and the skin on your palm is also very particular."

With that said, he took a piece of dough and put it in Li Qingcheng's hands, and then put the meat stuffing on it. He put his hand on the back of his hand, and pinched it in the middle with his hand.

Li Qingcheng was completely stunned this time, his fingers were stiff, and the back of his covered hand burst into flames, burning his skin intermittently.

He turned his head and stared blankly at Song Yuheng's profile. Under the light, the two were so close that their breaths were intertwined.

It's too close, so close that you can see the arc of his eyelashes clearly and hear his heartbeat, which seems to be the unbroken calm before being presumptuous.

Song Yuheng didn't seem to notice it, and said beside him, "Open your hands and take a look."

He waited for a few seconds, but did not wait for Li Qingcheng's reaction, he turned his head and looked over, the distance between them was too close and they were about the same height, his lips almost touched his chin.

Song Yuheng subconsciously raised his head back, avoiding the close distance, and Li Qingcheng quickly came to his senses, his throat was a little dry, and he coughed lightly twice.

"Let me take a look." He looked down at the little wonton he had just pinched in his hand, like a flower that is about to bloom, and he licked his dry lips, "That's right, it's very pretty."

Song Yuheng withdrew his hand and continued making wontons.

Li Qingcheng glanced at him, and put down the wonton reluctantly. Seeing his appearance, Song Yuheng couldn't help but ask, "Shall I make a specimen for you, and take it back and save it three times a day?"

"Fuck you." Li Qingcheng glared at him, "I'm not Song Chenchen."

As he said, he picked up the dough and continued to roll out the dough. He had to be distracted to look at Song Yuheng from time to time. His hands were beautiful, with well-proportioned and slender joints and neatly manicured nails, like works of art.

Good-looking people even make wontons so beautiful.

The atmosphere was a bit strange, Song Yuheng packed about thirty of them, and he said, "I'll boil the water first, don't be lazy."

Song Yuheng turned around and walked into the kitchen. He bent down and picked up the pot to clean it. With the sound of water splashing, he let out a long breath towards the faucet.

Li Qingcheng felt a little lost, he looked down at the dough in his hand, squeezed it a few times as if venting, and when he heard the sound of fire coming from the kitchen, he immediately came back to his senses.

This weird atmosphere lasted until the wontons were wrapped, Song Yuheng carried the wontons into the kitchen, and put the wontons into the boiling pot.

He washed the shallots and coriander, and chopped the garlic. After they were done, the wontons in the pot were almost cooked. He walked to the kitchen door and looked at Li Qingcheng who was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Would you like parsley and garlic?"

Li Qingcheng is from the north and likes to eat garlic, but he is still not sensitive to coriander. He said: "I want garlic but not coriander."

"Okay." Song Yuheng went back to the stove and turned off the fire, took out two Japanese noodle bowls, and quickly added condiments to them, all of which were bought in the supermarket.

He looked at these bottles and cans, and thought that the cost of this meal is quite high, and it only costs 30 yuan to eat a bowl of wontons. These seasonings are not used here, and they will be wasted when they come back next time.

Although Dr. Song was born in the rich second generation, he didn't have the stink of extravagance and waste of the rich second generation. After secretly feeling sorry for a while, he decided to ask Aunt Rong to move the things back to the Song residence after they left. At least it was bought with money. .

Li Qingcheng stared at the TV in a daze, until he heard Song Yuheng call him over to have dinner, then he came back from his mind, turned off the TV, got up and went to the restaurant.

The dining table has been cleaned up, and there are two steaming bowls of small wontons. He is already hungry, Song Yuheng pointed to the opposite side, "There is no coriander in that bowl."

Li Qingcheng sat across from Song Yuheng, looking at the small wontons in the bowl, feeling particularly fulfilled, "It smells so good, but I remember that your small wontons here are filled with broth and dried seaweed and dried shrimp?"

Song Yuheng stared at him, "It's seafood-flavored. If you want to eat seaweed and dried shrimp, how about I go down and buy it for you now?"

Li Qingcheng's scalp was numb from the sight, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, I'm just wondering. It's fine now, so I'll start."

The corner of Song Yuheng's mouth raised slightly, "Eat."

Li Qingcheng was not polite, scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth. Even without the broth and seaweed, the taste was amazing. He gave Song Yuheng a thumbs up.

"Doctor Song is really good, it's so delicious."

Song Yuheng blushed from the praise, "You have a good face, I can't let me take the credit alone."

Li Qingcheng ate several jujubes wholeheartedly, didn't even taste the meat stuffing, he just thought it was delicious, and seeing red oil floating in Song Yuheng's bowl, he said, "Why is my bowl made of clear soup?"

"You are not from the north, can you still eat spicy food?"

Li Qingcheng hesitated, "Why don't you mind if I try one first?"

Song Yuheng looked at his hesitant look, he wanted to say that he minded, but the words of the two big men were weird, so he had no choice but to push the bowl in front of him, "You have a taste."

Li Qingcheng said, "I'll just try one."

Afraid that he would go back on his word, Li Qingcheng took a spoon and quickly scooped up a wonton from his bowl. Although there was a layer of spicy oil on the soup, it was not very spicy. The taste was not as light as the one in his bowl. acceptable range.

He swallowed it a few times, "It's delicious, give me some hot sauce too."

Song Yuheng got up and went to the kitchen to bring out a bottle of Laoganma, put half a spoonful of it in his bowl, Li Qingcheng stirred it, and put a spoonful of small wontons into his mouth.

For some reason, there was no fragrance in Song Yuheng's bowl.

*
In the hospital, the expert team rushed over by special plane. Upon arriving at the hospital, Song Chenchen was given a full-body examination. He is usually in good health and is eligible for surgery.

After the inspection, the expert team moved to the small conference room to discuss the operation plan. Song Yuheng and Li Qingcheng rushed over and went to the conference room to listen.

Although their departments are different, medicine is all about analogy, and the difference is not bad. A group of people discussed intensely. By the time the plan was finalized, it was already evening.

The expert team leader and Song Yuheng went to the ward, and communicated with Li Baihan and the others to determine the surgical plan. The expert team included the top children's specialists in Beicheng. This team leader is a great expert in the hematology department. He has done hundreds of cases. Surgery, the patient recovered.

After listening to the plan, Li Baihan's heart settled down a bit, and he turned his head to look at Song Weiwei beside him, "Song Song, do you have any questions?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "No, Dr. Lin explained it in detail, I agree with this plan, so when is the operation time?"

Dr. Lin said, "The morning in three days' time."

"Row!"

After the operation time was finalized, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Song Yuheng got up and sent Dr. Lin away. Song Weiwei watched them walk out of the ward, and suddenly fell down on the sofa.

Startled, Li Baihan quickly bent down to check her condition, "Song Song, are you alright?"

Song Weiwei caressed her forehead and shook her head lightly, "It's okay, I just relaxed suddenly, and I can't hold on anymore, let me take it easy."

Li Baihan looked at her pale face, and said distressedly: "How about I take you back?"

Song Weiwei put down her arms, she looked into Li Baihan's eyes, "No need, you must have not slept well last night, you slept on the small sofa, there are still a few days to come, don't overwhelm yourself, I will watch over Chenchen. Just do it."

"It's okay, you have taken care of Chenchen's illness all these years, and you have to give me a chance, or I, as a father, will win by lying down."

Song Weiwei was amused by his humorous words, and she frowned, "You really won by lying down."

Li Baihan: "..."

Just kidding, but Song Weiwei couldn't refuse Li Baihan's dedication to Song Chenchen. She said, "Then you watch Chenchen tonight, and I'll come over tomorrow night."

"Well, then I'll drive you back." Li Baihan got up.

Song Weiwei refused, "No need, you have to come back after you send me back, it's exhausting going back and forth, I'll go back in my brother's car."

Li Baihan had a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but Song Chenchen was the most important thing at this time, so he nodded, "Okay."

Song Weiwei went in to look at Song Chenchen, and went out with her bag. She didn't see Song Yuheng outside the door, and was about to look for him when she saw a man wearing a peaked cap and a black mask walking towards him.

The man walked very fast. When the two passed by, she subconsciously looked at the man, but she was surprised to see that his eyes were dodging and did not dare to meet her.

Before she had time to think about it, Song Yuheng called her, "Song Song, do you want to go home?"

His eyes fell on the bag in her hand, Song Weiwei turned her head, and nodded at Song Yuheng, "Well, Li Baihan is on guard in the hospital tonight, and I will come over tomorrow."

"Then let's go, let's go back together." Song Yuheng walked side by side to the elevator room, neither of them noticed that the person not far behind them paused slightly, and when they heard their conversation, a sinister look flashed across their eyes murderous look.