Yun Hanxiao said sincerely: "Thank you, I really don't know how to thank you. Dr. Lin!"
"It's okay, this is what I should do. After all, Mr. Di and I have been in love for many years.
Then, this is my business card. You and Shaoze have any questions to find me at any time.
He reached out and wrote a string of numbers on his business card: "I don't turn off this card number for twenty-four hours, and not many people know about it."
If you have urgent matters, you can type in that number, and use the mobile phone on your business card for ordinary matters.”
Dr. Lin looks as self-conscious as a free family doctor at Yun Hanxiao's home.
Yun Han's smiled and his face turned red. This help seemed necessary.
After all, how can people know when the disease will fall from the sky?
"Then, I made breakfast in the morning, should I eat it together?"
Thinking of Dishajie's exquisite diet and picky taste,
Yun Hanxiao suddenly felt greatly reduced in confidence: "That, I'm not very delicious in making things, but I should still be able to eat it!"
It's still edible, it's the comment given by Di Shajie.
Although Yun Hanxiao was not convinced, I have to say that this is a good comment.
Dr. Lin was determined to have a good relationship with Yun Hanxiao, so he naturally stayed for breakfast.
The real porridge is only the fragrance of the stems and a little greenness, and the juice of the loofah.
The dishes are freshly mixed.
The cabbage and shredded ginger were marinated with salt and added the seasoned spicy and sour sauce!
And also their own salt eggs.
It was originally a very simple two-part, but it burst out with amazing deliciousness between the mouth and mouth.
Fresh, natural, refreshing.
Dr. Lin exclaimed: "Ah, Miss Yun is so modest. The dishes you cook are already the best among women I have ever seen."
When I heard someone praise my mother, Shaoze, who was sick, suddenly became energetic and said happily:
"Yes, yes, I just said that the dishes my mommy cooks are delicious."[