The president is dying every day

"What do you mean?" Jiang Huan stood up on the table, "Does it mean we can't afford it? Tell you, I have no problem selling your entire store!"

Ren Chuan tugged at Jiang Huan's sleeve, "Forget it."

The waiter took a step back and wanted to collect the menu, "Sir, if you don't order, the menu will be taken away."

"Wait!" Jiang Huan slapped the menu, "Did I say I won't order?"

The waiter waited for him with a counter.

Jiang Huan ordered dishes with a blank expression, "Half a duck, take the duck rack to stew soup, a plate of shallots mixed with bean/fu, and a plate of stir-fried three shredded."

waiter:"……"

Didn't you mean to take down our entire store?

"Tofu/bean curd with shallots and stir-fried three silks are free." The waiter said, "That means you only need half a duck, sir."

"Why? Can't do it?" Jiang Huan's eyes were murderous, "If you can't do it, let's go to the opposite side and eat Cantonese food."

"It can be done." The waiter upholds the attitude of customer first, "Just wait a moment, and I will place an order with the kitchen."

"Wait." Jiang Huan tapped his fingers on the table, "Is the tea free?"

The waiter said, "Boiled water is free, but tea costs two yuan."

Jiang Huan said: "Then serve two cups of boiled water."

He sat down and exhaled heavily, with dissatisfaction on his face, "What kind of service attitude."

"Okay, okay." Ren Chuan coaxed him, "I won't come here to eat duck next time."

"Yeah." Jiang Huan nodded, "I'll make it for you next time, I'm the best at making ducks."

Ren Chuan: "???"

Jiang Huan took out the cigarette case in his pocket and was about to give one to Ren Chuan when he remembered, "Forgot, you have stomach cancer."

Ren Chuan looked at him, "Don't you have liver cancer?"

Jiang Huan: "..."

Almost forgot.

"Subconscious, subconscious." Jiang Huan wanted to put away the cigarette case, "I quit smoking."

Ren Chuan's eyes fell on the cigarette case in his hand, and he was taken aback, "Huh? Toyama Haruju?"

Fuck, Jiang Huan quickly put away his cigarette case and smiled awkwardly, "Fake cigarettes."

"Oh." Ren Chuan understood, "Smoking fake cigarettes is not good for your health, I will give you two real Fushanchun later..."

Jiang Huan didn't hear clearly, "Give me what?"

Ren Chuan abruptly turned his tongue in his mouth, "Here...here are two boxes of Hongtashan for you."

While talking, the roast duck was served, it was crispy and oily, but there was only a thin layer, and there were only seven or eight pieces of meat in total.

The two held up their chopsticks, and for a moment they didn't know how to set them down.

Ren Chuan actually felt really heartbroken, 199 only had seven or eight slices of duck meat, this fucking bought loneliness!

He looked up at Jiang Huan, looking at the plate of ducks with an extremely cherished look.

In an instant, this plate of ducks became golden as if they were studded with diamonds.

Ren Chuan hesitated and stretched the tip of his chopsticks towards the duck meat, "Um..."

Jiang Huan quickly stopped, "Wait!"

Ren Chuan raised his head and looked at him, Jiang Huan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the poorly presented duck, looking at Ren Chuan, "Don't you take a picture and post it on Moments?"

Ren Chuan quickly took out his phone, "Send it."

One minute later, Blackstone Technology's administrative, technical, logistics, security and human resource chief watched their immediate superiors post a Moments. In the photo was a plate of greasy duck, with the text: "The true value of 1 flowers!"

199 duck, free shallot mixed with bean/fu, fried three shredded noodles and duck soup, Ren Chuan’s food was tasteless.

But he can't stop his chopsticks, and he can't show that it's not delicious. He not only wants to eat, but also eats with relish.

Jiang Huan is also very reluctant to eat. If any chef dares to serve such a dish, he will definitely put the plate in his face, but in front of Ren Chuan, he must eat happily, eat happily, and pretend to be happy. It looked like he hadn't eaten for three days.

Ren Chuan put down his chopsticks first, and Jiang Huan looked up at him, "Are you full?"

Ren Chuan didn't want to continue eating, so he arched his back and covered his stomach, "It hurts a bit."

"Really?" Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan nervously as if he was facing an enemy, "Can you hold on? Let's take a taxi back to the hospital."

It seemed a bit too much, Ren Chuan forced a smile, "It doesn't hurt that much."

He looked towards the ice cream shop outside the door, "Maybe... eating ice cream will not hurt."

Jiang Huan: "..."

Jiang Huan still has this bit of IQ, he patted Ren Chuan's forehead, "You have stomach cancer, what ice cream do you eat, eat ice cream."

The light bulb on the top of Ren Chuan's head lit up with a ding, and he took out his mobile phone, "Let's ask the magical attending doctor!"

When the call was connected, Cui Minghao was very irritable, "What do you want to eat again!"

Ren Chuan coughed heavily, "Doctor, can stomach cancer eat ice cream?"

"Yes." Cui Minghao opened his eyes and said nonsense, "The milk flavor nourishes the stomach, the banana flavor laxes, and the strawberry flavor strengthens the resistance."

After hanging up the phone, Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan triumphantly with "I'll just say it" written all over his face.

There were question marks all over Jiang Huan's head, "The doctor..."

Ren Chuan answered his question, "Graduated from Medical University, Ph.D., deputy chief physician."

Jiang Huan felt that this world is really amazing. There are so many knowledges that he does not know. In the future, when he is about to catch a cold, he does not need to take cold medicine. Just buy a strawberry-flavored ice cream to strengthen his resistance.

They both stood in front of the ice cream shop, looking at the ice cream bucket in the freezer, Jiang Huan asked Ren Chuan, "What flavor do you eat?"

Ren Chuan is still hesitating. To be honest, he wants to eat it, "It tastes like milk, it will nourish the stomach."

Jiang Huan paid the waiter the banknotes. It was the few change in his wallet, which was left over from high school, and had been kept in the wallet. "One milk flavor and one banana flavor."

Ren Chuan watched the cashier give change, dutifully playing the role of a poor man, and his heart ached, "An ice cream is so expensive."

Jiang Huan smiled, what is an ice cream, he said to Ren Chuan: "I will take you to eat Haagen-Dazs in the future."

"Haagen-Dazs costs [-] for a small ball!" Ren Chuan has almost dedicated his life's acting skills, "It's all for the rich!"

"There is a coupon." Jiang Huan inexplicably gained confidence, "Brother treats you to eat."

Does Haagen-Dazs still have coupons? Ren Chuan asked him, "How much discount can I get?"

Jiang Huan was a little proud, "Buy one get one free."

Ren Chuan groaned, "Then it costs 15 yuan each."

Jiang Huan immediately changed his words, "I was wrong, buy one get two free."

Ren Chuan counted for him with his fingers, "That's also..."

"I remembered! I still have two coupons for free tasting!" Jiang Huan interrupted him, "No money!"

Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan, "I will take you to eat next time when I come out."

They were about the same height, and Jiang Huan had a wool ball on his woolen cap, which made him look taller. Ren Chuan was a little dissatisfied, and stretched out his hand to press down his woolen ball.

"Live two more days." Jiang Huan straightened Ren Chuan's scarf, "I'll take you to eat more delicious food."

Ren Chuan was a little stumped, why was such a routine, such a conversation so familiar, he looked into Jiang Huan's eyes, almost drowning in these star-like eyes, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say, "I... "

The waiter who was holding the cones for them said, "Talk to me, both of you, I've been holding your cones for 10 minutes!"