Greatest anchor in history

Chapter 48 Don't Squeeze Me

On the way home, Laozhu and Zhang Xiaoqiang had a cigarette in their mouths, swayed, and strode down the street.

One person and one pig are all in a good mood. Today is the most "enriching" meal that Laozhu has eaten since he went down to the world.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also relied on Laozhu's excellent performance to solve the ration problem for the next week.

After arriving home, Laozhu digested his food, and Zhang Xiaoqiang hurried back to the house to rest in order to prepare for the big event tomorrow morning.

According to customs, it is best to choose the daytime to visit the patient, one is that the patient just wakes up in the morning and is full of energy; the other is that there is also the blessing of a speedy recovery.

So early the next morning, Zhang Xiaoqiang got up early, took out the mud-wrapped chicken that had been marinated overnight, built a small stove on the balcony, and cooked the chicken with the rough dead leaves he picked up.

This baking process is quite difficult. To be honest, such backward cooking methods are rare in today's society even in rural areas.

But it is undeniable that it is the most primitive and natural grilling method that can best preserve the original deliciousness of the ingredients.

After the mud on the outside of the chicken was covered with baked black paint, Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly lifted the stick to remove the mud-wrapped chicken. So far, all the production processes of the Beggar Chicken have been completed.

Looking at the black lacquer in front of him, just like the "black coal bricks" unearthed underground, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart is really not low at all.

He asked the old man worriedly: "Are you sure you can give this thing away?"

The old man immediately gave a very constructive answer: "Uh, I haven't eaten it either, but judging by the quality, it should be... pretty good."

Zhang Xiaoqiang is used to the way of speaking indifferently to the old man, and he hugged his head depressedly:

Mother Earth is fooling... uh, no... protect me!
That's all, it's death anyway!If you can't bear the child, you can't catch the wolf, if you don't have the guts, you can't catch the girl!The success or failure of this time depends on this "black brick" transaction.

Siding, Zhang Xiaoqiang just didn't think too much, he found a fairly clean plastic bag and threw the beggar chicken into it.

The old pig is still on the sofa, continuing "a pig's self-cultivation", with a heavy snoring sound that is melodious and deep.

In order not to disturb the "Pig Fighter" who had been fighting in Runeterra all night, Zhang Xiaoqiang made simple preparations, threw a note and left with the gift.

The rising sun outside was warm on his body, so Zhang Xiaoqiang boarded the No. 234 bus and rushed to the city first.

This journey was OK. In the early morning of the weekend, most of the students were still flying their ideals with Zhou Gong, so the car was quite empty. Zhang Xiaoqiang found a seat and arrived smoothly with his eyes squinted.

After changing the car, it was already 07:30 in the morning, all the uncles and aunts who had morning exercises returned, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's good days came to an end.

After getting into the car, he was wrapped in the flow of people, moving forward swaying all the way.

After two stops, more and more passengers boarded the train. In order to avoid the "gift" being crowded, Zhang Xiaoqiang tried his best to resist.

Unfortunately, everyone was overly enthusiastic, even though Zhang Xiaoqiang tried his best to protect them, but it was still difficult to resist the various collisions coming from around them.

In desperation, he could only shout in warning at the top of his voice: "Everyone, slow down! Slow down! Don't squeeze my chicken, don't squeeze my chicken!"

In the end, an old lady in front of him couldn't bear to hear it any longer. She turned her face away, frowned, and said angrily, "Who squeezed your cock! Who squeezed your cock! Believe it or not, I'm going to be crippled now?"

Speechless!
Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was depressed and at a loss, a stream of consciousness flashed in his mind.

Don't worry about the anchor, after being abolished, this seat can teach you the supreme method to roam the world.

I'm stupid, such a bullshit!Who?

Looking forward full of excitement, there is a row of big characters:
Sunrise in the east, only I am undefeated!
Nima!Master of the East!

The tiger's body shook suddenly, and Zhang Xiaoqiang quickly moved several parking spaces backwards, and didn't stop until the cat entered the front of a girl's seat.

Huh~, it's so fucking scary, if this is a set of Sunflower Book for me, should I learn it, or not?

The car continued to shake, and Zhang Xiaoqiang concentrated all his thoughts on the plastic bag in his hand.

What was there was a "pleasure feast" that he had spent most of his possessions on to prepare. To put it bluntly, whether he could win the battle against Qin Puze for chasing girls today all depended on this bag of chicken.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound in the noisy car. With years of experience, Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately judged from the frequency of the sudden abnormal sound that it was a WeChat shake.

He looked down subconsciously, and sure enough, the girl in front of him was holding an IPHONE and moving her fingers happily.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Xiaoqiang had a plan, silently took out the 2G limited edition Nokia N95 mobile phone in his pocket, clicked on WeChat, turned it to mute, and quietly shook it twice.

Immediately, a row of girls with thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared one after another. Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced sideways at the girl sitting on the seat, and found a matching profile picture in the list as expected.

Now grinning, type slowly with one finger: Pindao Saitama, a hexagram every day, today you are on the No. 14 bus, holding a black leather bag and wearing a fringed skirt, please get off quickly, otherwise there will be bloodshed.

Three minutes later, as soon as the car pulled into the station, the girl turned pale and ran away from the car in fear, carrying her bag.

Zhang Xiaoqiang took advantage of the trend to "ascend to the throne" and hid his "merit and fame".

With his quick-witted mind and keen insight, he finally managed to protect the chicken to the target site without any danger.

After getting off the car, Zhang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath, feeling relieved.

The hospital is still so popular, there will never be a shortage of customers 360 days a year.

He took the elevator to the top of the house familiarly, and when he arrived, he bumped into the little nurse who was on duty that day as soon as he went out.

Then, I saw the little nurse retreating back and forth as if she was being stimulated, and at the same time she stuttered with her fingers and shouted: "You, you, you, you..."

At least a dozen words of "you" were muttered, and before Zhang Xiaoqiang interrupted, the little nurse turned around suddenly and ran towards the nurse's station: "He's here, he's here again!"

Speechless!Looking at the back of the little nurse running away in horror, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood there wondering.

What a situation! ?He really wanted to find someone to confirm carefully... This floor is really not a psychiatric department?
Ignoring the vigilant eyes of the doctors in the past, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked towards Room 408 as if no one was there.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a familiar voice from inside:
"Hehe, Uncle Su, I've been busy with Leng Che's work these days, so I don't have time to come to the hospital to see you. Last week, Director Huang said that your condition has improved. Leng Che and I are very happy. So what... thanks to Director Huang's medical skills Gao Ming, don't leave the director after work today, I've already booked a place in the rich man, you must come here when the time comes."

"Xiao Qin, you don't have to be so polite. It is our doctor's duty to save the sick and save the sick. This time, I can save Mr. Su from the death line, which is not a disgrace to my title as a doctor."

"Director Huang, you are just too modest. I've heard other people talk about it in private. If it weren't for your rejuvenation this time, Uncle Su's illness wouldn't get better so quickly."

After the words were settled, the door of the ward opened "creaking", and then Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in with a black plastic bag and sneered.

(End of this chapter)