"Hahaha, Mrs. Chang, I won't be polite. The table is full of dishes, and my appetite is already whetted before I even start eating." Qin Fan said with a smile.
He did not mean to compliment his master.
In the fast-paced life of modern society, it is rare for women to be able to cook a full table of dishes.
Even Zhou Yulan can't do it. A few simple dishes are enough, but if you really want to entertain guests, it will be unsatisfactory.
Qin Fan picked up a piece of homemade tofu with chopsticks and tasted it carefully. It was soft and smooth in the mouth, with a light peppercorn flavor on his tongue.
"Hey, Mrs. Chang, is your hometown in Bashu Province?"
Chang Jiexiong and Song Jiehui both looked at Zhang Feng in surprise.
"Haha, I didn't say that." Zhang Feng smiled and shook his head.
"Oh, I felt it from the numbness on the tip of my tongue." Qin Fan explained with a smile.
"Bashu Province likes spicy food, but among the two spicy seasonings, the more emphasis is placed on hemp. Although Mrs. Chang has deliberately reduced the hemp used in Sichuan peppercorns, this local custom still exists."
"Also, General Chang likes to drink Wuliangye, which probably has something to do with it."
Chang Jiexiong laughed, "Mr. Qin really has a sharp eye and observes details."
"Jiehui's hometown is Bashu Province, and I am from the north. She accommodated my taste and reduced the taste of pepper."
Song Jiehui asked uneasily: "Mr. Qin, are you used to this taste?"
Qin Fan nodded repeatedly, "I'm used to it. Mrs. Chang's cooking skills are incredible. No wonder Zhang Feng wants to come to your house to eat."
In fact, when Chang Jiexiong wanted to invite Qin Fan to his home for dinner, Song Jiehui was opposed to it at first.
She was afraid that if she made it herself, the guests would not like to eat it.
Seeing Qin Fan say this, she felt relieved.
"Mr. Qin, as long as you like it, eat more."
Chang Xiaojun picked up vegetables for Qin Fan very sensibly, "Uncle Qin, eat quickly."
"Hahaha, good boy, I only remember your Uncle Qin and forget your godfather." Zhang Feng joked.
Chang Xiaojun quickly picked up vegetables for Zhang Feng.
Chang Jiexiong raised his cup again.
"Come on, this is the second glass of wine. Our family wants to make amends to Mr. Qin. Jiehui didn't know you that day. I heard Jiehui throw away your business card. It's really rude."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qin." Song Jiehui said apologetically.
The style of this military family is really straightforward, they say whatever they want.
"General Chang, Mrs. Chang, please don't say that. If it were me, if someone came to ask me rashly, I would react the same way."
"Mrs. Chang didn't scold me in person that day, which is already very good."
Qin Fan made a joke by the way, and everyone laughed.
Everyone drank a second glass of wine.
Song Jiehui was very grateful. If it were any other doctor, he would not ask at all, let alone help.
But Qin Fan ignored past grudges and was eager for justice, and now he is Chang Xiaojun's savior.
"Mr. Qin, don't call me Mrs. Chang. If you don't mind, just call me sister-in-law or sister."
Qin Fan hasn't spoken yet.
Chang Xiaojun said like an adult: "Call me sister?"
Everyone was stunned.
Chang Jiexiong asked: "Why, Xiaojun."
"Yes, give me a reason." Zhang Feng asked with a smile.
Chang Xiaojun said seriously: "I don't want to have another godfather. I don't have an uncle. You see, every soldier has an uncle."
In his mind, calling sister-in-law will bring about a godfather.
Xiao Bing is his little friend. He has an uncle, but he doesn't.
Everyone laughed together.
"Good boy, you are quite picky." Zhang Feng said with a smile.
Qin Fan touched Chang Xiaojun's little head and said, "Okay, then I will listen to Xiaojun and call you sister."
Suddenly, Chang Xiaojun became excited, left the dining table and ran around the room.
"Oh...oh...I also have an uncle, I have an uncle."
Chang Jiexiong laughed loudly and happily filled up his glass of wine again.
"Come, let's have a third glass of wine to celebrate that Jiehui and I have a younger brother, and my son has an uncle."
Qin Fan was also very happy.
From the bottom of his heart, he admired these soldiers and military wives.
Chang Jiexiong knew Qin Fan's background.
But what moved them was Qin Fan's medical ethics. Besides, having such a miracle doctor as their child's uncle would only be a huge advantage.
Qin Fan picked up the wine glass and said, "Okay, we will be relatives from now on. Brother Chang, sister, and little brother, I respect you."
Several people drank this glass of wedding wine.
After eating for a while, Zhang Feng picked up the wine glass again and said, "Come on, Mr. Qin, I want to toast you. I won't say any more words of thanks."
Qin Fan pressed his cup with his hand.
"Look, you still call me Mr. Qin. You are Xiaojun's godfather and I am his uncle."
"The two of us are getting closer and closer now, Xiaojun, do you think your godfather should be fined with alcohol?"
Chang Xiaojun naturally recognized his new uncle with help.
"You should be punished, you should be punished with three drinks!"
Zhang Feng was immediately speechless and glared at Chang Xiaojun.
"Good boy, your godfather is usually so kind to you, but now that you have an uncle, he's going to give you a hard time."
Chang Xiaojun chuckled.
"Okay, godfather, accept the punishment. I really asked for it." Zhang Feng said.
Everyone laughed again.
Zhang Feng was very straightforward and punished himself with three drinks before having a drink with Qin Fan.
"Old Chang, you work at the General Staff, Qin Fan needs your help with something."
Qin Fan was startled, "Is Brother Chang in the General Staff?"
He began to think that Zhang Feng or Chang Jiexiong had brought the approval materials to help with the process.
I never thought that Chang Jiexiong himself was in the General Staff.
Chang Jiexiong glared and pretended to be unhappy.
"Qin Fan, you recognize me and Jiehui as brothers and sisters, and you are still polite to us. You have to drink one drink as a penalty first."
Qin Fan knew that this was an excuse for him to drink.
He smiled and cupped his hands, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I accept the punishment."
He drank a glass of wine and then told Chang Jiexiong the reason for the incident.
Chang Jiexiong looked through the approval materials and said, "Leave this matter to me. Once it's done, I'll have it sent to the Linhai office."
"Haha, thank you so much, Brother Chang." Qin Fan was determined.
"Except for these unconventional remarks, the review and approval of materials follows formal procedures, and it is not a violation of organizational disciplines."
"Your sister and I don't have many relatives in the capital. If you have time, come over and sit with us." Chang Jiexiong waved his hand.
"Well, my sister's cooking skills are good, I will come here more often to eat." Qin Fan said.
Hearing Qin Fan's compliment again, Song Jiehui smiled brightly.
"When you come over, call me and tell me what you want to eat."
Qin Fan also learned from the conversation that Song Jiehui used to have a job, but after joining the army, she became a full-time housewife.
Due to Chang Jiexiong's special work style, her social circle is very monotonous.
The people I know are all family members of the military circle.
Unconsciously, the three of them drank a bottle and a half of Wuliangye.
When we returned, it was Chang Jiexiong who asked the driver to drop off the two of them.
After returning home, Qin Fan called Yuan Chengzhong again.
Just tell the other party that someone will help, and let Yuan Chengzhong wait with peace of mind.
The next day, Qin Fan went to Bian Que Hall as usual.
He has also completely integrated into the new working state and is always welcoming and welcoming to patients.
This has also led other medical staff to follow suit.
In a villa in Beijing, Ni Changyu was sitting leisurely in the garden.
He was thinking about how to get Lin Zixi to accept him.
At this time, a young man walked in with a briefcase under his arm, "Master Ni!"
"Well, have you found it?"
The young man took out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase, which were covered with dense writing.
Ni Changyu put down the teacup in his hand and looked carefully.
The more he looked, the tighter his eyebrows furrowed.