Cannon fodder is a rebellious person, licking his lips just to save his life

In the training room of Team Mo Shuang, Xu Yulong looked at the plain-cut chicken in Yun Zong's bowl and asked doubtfully, "Brother Zong, do you like eating plain-cut chicken too much?"

Why do you eat plain-cut chicken for lunch every day?

Yun Zong, who had no idea how many days he had eaten plain-cut chicken, and his face turned green from eating it, said firmly, "I just like to eat plain-cut chicken."

Xu Yulong: "Then let's choose a Cantonese restaurant for our dinner in the evening. I only have one Cantonese restaurant where the white-cut chicken is particularly authentic..."

Yun Zong interrupted him, "We are going to eat hot pot tonight. There is a hot pot restaurant in Wanheng Plaza, so we are going to eat hot pot."

"Want to eat hot pot?" Xu Yulong said, "That's okay. I was thinking that if you like to eat plain chicken, we'll go eat Cantonese food."

We eat plain-cut chicken for lunch every day, and they come from the same takeaway shop. It's obviously true love.

Yunzong tried his best to put the last bite of chicken into his mouth, then took a drink of water from the water glass on the side, and used the water to drain the chicken in his mouth into his stomach.

He said: "I won't eat chicken anymore. Isn't Lao Wu thinking about hot pot recently? Let's go eat hot pot together."

Xu Yulong thought for a while and agreed to his proposal, "Then let's go have hot pot tonight."

Xu Yulong said some other things and left.

Yun Zong was sitting alone in the restaurant, looking at the plain-cut chicken in front of him, with a somewhat tangled look on his painful face.

It's true that he likes to eat plain chicken, but he can't bear to eat plain chicken every day, and he still orders the same one every day. Now he doesn't want to eat plain chicken for a short period of time.

But how to tell her this...

He picked up the phone next to him and clicked on the chat page with Duan Yuyun. He quickly typed a string of words: I like what you ordered very much, but I don't really want to eat it recently. Can you...

After typing here, I got stuck. Yun Zong deleted all the text and then typed again: I like to eat recently...

This didn't seem to work. It would also hurt the other party. Yun Zong was very confused. In the dialog box, the words were typed and deleted, deleted and typed again, until the other party sent a message.

Duan Yuyun: What’s wrong?

When the phone rang, Yun Zong was startled. He lost his grip and fell on the table. He picked up the phone hurriedly and pretended to calmly reply to the other party's message.

Yun Zong: Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you have time in the evening? Our team has a party.

After the message was sent, he stared at the screen expectantly, waiting for the other party's answer. After several seconds, the dialog box showed the other party's message.

Duan Yuyun: Sorry, I have work today. If I have time next time, I will treat you to dinner.

With these short words, the light of expectation in Yun Zong's eyes was extinguished little by little, and he slowly lowered his head like an abandoned puppy.

He stared down at the empty box that had not been thrown away, comforting himself that he could eat the plain-cut chicken she ordered every day, so it was considered a meal together.

The beautiful misunderstanding still continues like this.

The takeaways that Bai Yi delivered to Yun Yao and Fu Ye's companies every day were all intercepted by others, so they did not attract the attention of the parties involved.

But Yun Qi and Su Jin noticed something was wrong.

"Doctor Yun, someone has ordered takeout for you again. It's the same spicy hot pot." The nurse put the takeout on the table in the room and turned around to leave.

Du Wenxuan came over and said, "It's the same menu and shop again. Brother Qi, are you such a fanatic that your brain is not working well?"

No one orders the same thing every day.

Yun Qi was still looking at the case information in front of the computer. When he heard what he said, he turned to look at the spicy hot pot on the table and frowned, "Are the contents the same?"

Du Wenxuan pulled off the take-out order, picked up the take-out order that he tore off yesterday from the table next to him, and compared it.

"It's indeed the same, the same shop, the same taste, the same side dishes."

Yun Qi stood up and walked over, took the two lists in his hand, and compared them himself. They were indeed exactly the same.

Du Wenxuan touched his chin, looked at the box of spicy hot pot and thought, "Brother Qi, have you met any strange people recently?"

Yunqi shook his head, "No, just throw it away."

He looked at the spicy hotpot on the table. This takeout came every day, but he didn't eat it. He shared it with his colleagues. At first, his colleagues dared to eat it once or twice, but then they didn't dare to eat it. Every day The takeaway he delivered was thrown into the trash can.

Delivering him the exact same takeout every day, what does this person want to do?

Are they really ignorant fans, or is someone doing this on purpose? What is the purpose of that person?

Various conspiracy theories began to appear in Yunqi's head, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. It seemed that he had to check out this strange takeaway...

"Ah!" Du Wenxuan suddenly screamed strangely. He pointed at the takeaway excitedly and stammered, "Brother Qi...I want to come...do you remember the sixteen beds of patients before?"

Yun Qi asked doubtfully, "Remember, what happened?"

Du Wenxuan: "He ordered spicy hot pot for you before."

Yun Qi frowned, how could he still remember these things, "Do you think he ordered this?"

Du Wenxuan nodded, "Yes."

Yun Qi looked at the spicy hot pot with even more disgust in his eyes. If it was really the gay man in bed sixteen, then he would find someone to 'pay attention' to him.

Du Wenxuan's eyes gradually turned frightened, and he stuttered, "But... Brother Qi... that Sixteenth Bed... died last month."

Yun Qi was stunned, "Dead?"

Du Wenxuan swallowed hard, "Well, last month, he was caught by his boyfriend's wife on the street. They had an argument. During the chaos, the sixteenth bed was pushed to the road and he was hit by a car and died."

This incident even made social news at the time.

The amount of information in this paragraph was a bit large, and it took Yunqi half a minute to recover, and he took a deep breath.

How do you order takeout for a dead person?

The two of them looked at each other, then moved their gazes to the box of spicy pot, and then stepped back in a uniform manner, back to the corner.

Du Wenxuan's body couldn't stop trembling, "Brother Qi... I guess you don't know how to change the store or the cuisine when you order takeout, right?"

Yun Qi's head felt cold at this moment, "How do I know this problem?"

Du Wenxuan lowered his voice, "Why don't you ask a master to ask?"

Yunqi: "Well..."