"Okay, okay, let's eat," Du Moliang hugged Zong Yi and coaxed him to the table.

Han Chen washed his hands, took out the rice cooker from the kitchen, and served rice to several people.

Zong Zheng specially brought Zong Yi’s special tableware from home.

Three grown men and a little boy gathered around the table and started eating.

Zong Yi had sharp eyes and saw shrimps in the basin. He pointed at the basin and said, "Shrimps, I want to eat them."

Zong Zheng took a few chopsticks of green vegetables and put them into Zong Yi's small plate, "Eat the vegetables first."

Du Moliang said: "Let him take a few bites and it will be fine."

Zong Zheng glared at him, "You said it was okay. Why does your sister come back and say something is wrong?"

Du Moliang immediately shut up and remained silent.

"This kid has been very picky about food these days. He won't eat even one bite of food," Zong Zheng said with hatred.

"I have a way," Han Chen suddenly said.

Zongzheng and Du Moliang suddenly looked at him.

Han Chen went to the bathroom to wash his hands again, picked a few large shrimps, peeled off the shells of the shrimps lightly, and peeled off three or five shrimps in succession.

"Be careful of pricking your hands," Du Moliang reminded.

Hands are precious to surgeons.

Shrimp shells are very hard and can hurt your hands.

"Come here," Han Chen waved to Zong Yi.

Zong Yi had short legs and wanted to get down but couldn't reach the ground. Du Moliang next to him carried him down.

Han Chen entered the kitchen, and Zong Yi followed him into the kitchen.

"Watch it," Han Chen cut the shrimp into extremely fine pieces and mixed the green vegetables inside.

Zong Yi looked up at Han Chen, "Uncle, why do you need to chop the shrimps?"

Han Chen: "Children eat small pieces, adults eat large pieces."

Zong Yi nodded stupidly, "When I grow up, I can eat big food."

"Yes," Han Chen said, holding a piece of small shrimp and placing it in front of Zong Yi, "Open your mouth."

Zong Yi opened his mouth obediently, and Han Chen fed him a piece of shrimp, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious," Zong Yi chewed.

"Do you know why it tastes good?" Han Chen asked.

Zong Yi shook his head.

“It’s delicious because it’s eaten together with the food inside.”

Zong Yi asked: "Why didn't you eat it with the vegetables?"

Han Chen: "Who said no? We took the initiative to eat vegetables. Let's go see if your uncle is eating vegetables."

Zong Yi kicked off his calves and ran to the restaurant to see. Du Moliang cooperated by picking up a large piece of green vegetables and swallowed it in one bite.

"Uncle, I want to eat too," Zong Yi turned around.

Han Chen placed the chopped shrimp mixed with vegetables on Zong Yi's dining table.

Zong Zheng stood up, picked up the plate of mixture rudely, poured it directly into Zong Yi's bowl, and stirred it.

Zong Yi looked confused.

Zongzheng said: "Eat it with rice, it tastes better."

Du Moliang and Han Chen couldn't help laughing.

Zong Yi nodded stupidly, climbed onto the chair, picked up his chopsticks and ate his rice.

Anyway, there are shrimps in the bowl. After eating everything in the bowl, you have eaten the shrimps.

Zong Yi doesn't care either.

In the living room, the TV was still on. Du Moliang had previously tuned into the cartoon channel. When Zong Yi had just finished cooking a bowl of rice, the opening song of Zong Yi's favorite cartoon started to play on the TV.

Zong Yi finished the last few bites in a few seconds, wiped his mouth casually, and shouted to go down and watch cartoons.

Du Moliang had no choice but to carry him off the table, pinched Zong Yi's nose, and threatened: "Watch cartoons, don't be naughty, this is not your home. If you break my things, your parents will

Compensate for me."

Zong Yi glanced at Zong Zheng quietly.

"Why are you looking at me?" Zongzheng said, "I don't care about you."

Zong Yi held his mouth.

Du Moliang carried Zong Yi to the living room and placed him on the sofa, "Okay, your dad is a sharp-tongued man. It's been so many years, you should get used to it."

Zong Yi didn't understand what "knife mouth" meant, so he kept his mouth flat, raised his small eyes slightly, and looked in Zong Zheng's direction from time to time.

"Let's watch your cartoons," Du Moliang handed the remote control to Zong Yi. This was Zong Yi's habit, even though he didn't know how to use it.

Zong Yi was quite obedient. As soon as the cartoon started airing, Zong Yi was completely immersed in it.

Du Moliang glanced with him for a few times and found it boring. However, seeing that Zong Yi's mood had stabilized and he couldn't take his eyes off him, he walked to the dining table and continued to eat with the two of them.

"Is there any wine?" Zongzheng asked suddenly.

"Yes," Du Moliang just took a bite of food, got up and went to the kitchen cabinet to get a bottle of red wine.

Zongzheng frowned, "Beer."

"No," Du Moliang said.

"I'll get it," Zongzheng stood up.

Du Moliang said: "If you want to drink, Han Chen and I can't."

Zongzheng glanced at the two of them and said, "Disappointment."

Zong Yi is very smart. Seeing Zong Zheng going home to get something, Zong Yi said: "Dad, I want to drink strawberry milk."

The strawberry milk Zong Yi mentioned is a children's drink with strawberry flavor and various vitamins added.

"Wait," Zongzheng said and returned home.

Du Moliang smiled and said: "You are quite smart, you already know how to order your father."

Zong Yi chuckled twice and continued watching cartoons.

Du Moliang turned around and saw Han Chen eating slowly. He had almost completely peeled off the shrimp shells and stacked them neatly on the dinner plate.

He couldn't help but frown, "Your eating habits are very similar to those of my senior brother."

"You mean Teacher Lu?"

"Well," Du Moliang said: "You two are also considered an outlier in surgery. Which surgeon doesn't wolf down his meals at ordinary times? If we all ate like you, we would have died of hunger long ago. If you are like this, you will eat when you are hungry and when you are full, be careful.

My stomach is broken. My senior brother is still taking medicine regularly."

Looking back at Han Chen, Du Moliang asked, "What about you? Are you feeling sick about your stomach?"

"It's okay," Han Chen said, "I can't eat spicy food much."

"Do you still want spicy food?" Du Moliang took a bunch of green vegetables and gave it to Han Chen, "You should also pay attention. My senior brother's stomach was damaged when he was promoted to deputy chief physician. You are also preparing to be promoted to deputy chief physician now.

Pay more attention."

"Um."

Regarding Du Moliang's unintentional act of kindness and care, Han Chen suddenly felt a warm current in his heart.

He was used to being alone. He did everything by himself, issued patents by himself, wrote papers by himself, never took care of the patients he was responsible for, and lived his life alone.

He has always felt that life is about loneliness, just being with yourself, and there is nothing wrong with being alone.

until……

After being promoted to the attending physician at the Mingde General Hospital in the Imperial Capital, all the flowers and applause came together. Corey held a small ceremony where his colleagues blessed their new batch of promotions.

When it was their turn to express their vision for the future.

Others said that they hope that in the new year they can have a healthy and cute baby with their lover, or that they can settle down in the imperial capital, or that their children can successfully enter school.

Han Chen had already planned the answer in his mind. He wanted to say that he would be promoted to chief physician in the shortest time and break the orthopedic record.

But after listening to his colleagues' testimonials, he fell silent.

Others live life, but he just lives.
Chapter completed!