Luo Binhan returned to Zhou Yu's house in the afternoon of the next day. On the way back, he stopped by the fresh food supermarket and bought two large bags of fresh vegetables and a large piece of very good beef tenderloin. Two steaks, or beef tenderloin sautéed with onions, he hasn't decided which one to choose. He was completely unfamiliar with a kitchen belonging to a local resident of Lihai City. Regaining his sense of heat and seasoning was as difficult as learning a foreign language again. Fortunately, Zhou Yu will never be picky. Zhou Yu’s taste was simply made for the end of the world. There are so many horror stories about cannibal doctors in the world, but you never have to worry about Zhou Yu being tempted by human flesh delicacies, because Zhou Yu can't even tell the difference between shredded dried tofu and minced meat.
While humming, he made up several taste jokes about Zhou Yu in his mind. In fact, he had made up countless jokes about Zhou Yu in his mind, but most of them would not be known by the second person. The song he was humming seemed to be called "The Boy with a Coin," but he had no memory of the original lyrics. All he could remember was that a boy picked up a coin in the wild and threw it into the sea. It was hard to say what the lyrics actually meant, so he couldn't really recall them all.
Why throw the coin into the sea? While waiting for the elevator, he was thinking, in this era, coins would no longer be handed over to the police, but what if he kept them for himself? He was almost sure that the boy in the lyrics threw the coin into the sea to make a wish, but to whom was he making a wish? There is no myth that God lives in the sea, and the sea god does not seem to care much about the affairs of land residents. Throw a coin into a well, throw a coin into a spring, throw a coin into the sea, what's the use? But then he thought about how people would not only throw cheap real money into the water, but also throw expensive fake money into the fire. Gone. Disappeared. Structurally destroyed. That would be equivalent to going to another world.
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He stopped thinking about these ridiculous questions when he entered the kitchen. He first checked his mobile phone. Except for harassing text messages, no one came to him. Needless to say, Nan Mingguang arranged this for him. So he began to concentrate on those vegetables and beef. He could barely remember how to process and marinate fresh raw meat, and it was difficult to accurately grasp the seasoning ratio. Asking Zhou Yu about this would only lead to disastrous consequences. To this day, he can still remember very clearly one evening when he walked into Zhou Yu's house and found a pot of bloody pork soup cooking in the pot. The soup looked really scary. He thought that even Zhou Yu would have to admit it when he saw it, but Zhou Yu himself had no consciousness at all.
health. Luo Binhan thought to himself as he flushed the blood. For Zhou Yu, the quality of visual effects is meaningless. Years of professional training may have caused Zhou Yu to completely lose his sensitivity to bloody scenes. The guidelines that guide Zhou Yu's actions are some insensitive principles. For example, soaking meat in cold water for too long may lead to the growth of more bacteria, and eating some cooked blood sealed in meat with a fishy smell It will be more hygienic than eating the dead bacteria that have grown. This is indeed what Zhou Yu explained to him at the time. No, I'm afraid it can't be entirely attributed to career. He feels that most medical workers in the world would not do this. A human wouldn't do this - is Zhou Yu really a native human being? He began to think that he might not really know the truth. Fake might lie, so Zhou Yu might also be a ruthless dragon-hunting lizard who can do things that look terrible but are not in fact - or, on the contrary, do things that look ordinary but are not. In fact, something extremely scary.
When Zhou Yu walked into the house with midnight moisture, Luo Binhan provided heated dinner in an inscrutable manner. Although Zhou Yu looked like he was going to fall asleep in his rice bowl at any moment, he ate very efficiently, devouring his food in a way that would not look too ugly. Luo Binhan sat across from him, thinking about which animals had the habit of eating and sleeping at the same time.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yu asked. He was always not surprised by Luo Binhan's gaze with suspicious intent.
"It's nothing." Luo Binhan said, "I'm thinking about your ancestral home."
This question certainly confused Zhou Yu. He reminded Luo Binhan that the Zhou family had settled in Lihai at least three generations ago. There were cultural relics donated in the name of his ancestors in the city history museum, not to mention tombs and household registration files, which Luo Binhan already knew clearly. Luo Binhan admitted that he knew, but also pointed out that they could not let go of any potential hope. It was still possible that Zhou Yu was carried out by Zhou Geqing from the escape capsule of the spaceship hidden in Baomitian on a meteor night. Zhou Yu’s rain is the meteor shower’s rain. He is the kitchen killer from the stars.
Zhou Yu listened to his analysis calmly, and told him with certainty while ladling fresh vegetable soup that Lihai City would never have rice fields in the past thirty years. In fact, the soil quality and layout of Lihai City have never been very suitable for agricultural development, even though it is so close to Aries City, which has vast scenic spots and ecological reserves.
Luo Binhan still insists that Baomitian is something that any city should have. If Lihai City doesn't have one, he can plant one in the green space of the hotel he runs. Baomitian is a place of mystery, temptation, gossip, weird talk, and a stage and sacred place that never fades in rural stories. Anyone who abandons Baomitian will lose the foundation of thought and culture. He was about to continue to demonstrate the close connection between Bao Mitian and the human spirit when Zhou Yu suddenly frowned and put down the soup bowl and looked at him carefully. His demeanor could not be said to be shrewd or sensitive, but rather rigorous, as if he was diagnosing a patient.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Yu repeated the question. But this time there was no confusion in his voice.
"What's wrong?" Luo Binhan said, "Baomi Tian?"
He didn't feel that he had done something wrong at all, but Zhou Yu seemed to have caught some kind of disease. He asked Luo Binhan seriously if something had happened. And when he spoke in this tone, Luo Binhan knew that it was useless to play tricks.
"I met Nan Mingguang." He shrugged and said, "It happened last night. I was sitting in the shop where Chen Wei lived, and I was chatting with an interesting foreigner, and he suddenly walked in from the door. "
Although he rarely mentioned Nan Mingguang or anyone else related to business in front of Zhou Yu in the past, Zhou Yu didn't look surprised at all, and even made Luo Binhan feel that he had expected the answer.
"Isn't it a coincidence?" Zhou Yu asked.
"I don't think he would appear in that kind of place." Luo Binhan said, "And I may also know how he found it. Registering a phone card. I guess that's what happened."
He briefly explained to Zhou Yu the phone call from Momolo yesterday morning. He originally thought that Yalaliga or Fak had obtained a legal identity for Momolo, but in fact it might not be the case at all. There is another way to think about things: Momolo may think that calling Luo Binhan from a stranger's phone number will cause greater trouble. They are not prepared to involve an unrelated person or create a person who will die in a few days. People who no longer exist. It was much easier to call one number that belonged to Luo Binhan and another one - he didn't even bother to think about how Momolo knew his ID number or how to pass the verification code.
"Suddenly there is an extra card under my name." Luo Binhan said, "And it was processed in this city."
He thought this was enough to explain everything, but Zhou Yu obviously lacked understanding of the operation of non-ideal systems, so he asked a question that in his opinion did not need to be explained at all: "But only you can check the phone card under a person's name, right?" ?”
Luo Binhan looked at Zhou Yu with a smile. At that moment, he couldn't help but think that he and Zhou Yu had known each other for too long, and if you were too close to someone, you wouldn't be able to see the other person's face clearly. He may think that Upsilon is a hero, but he never thinks that Zhou Yu is noble or stupid. That can only be said to be "very Zhou Yu". He really wanted to know if there was an outsider standing in the room at this moment, what would this person say about Zhou Yu.
"Rules are set by people," he said, "not to mention that they need people to enforce them, so it doesn't require much skill at all. Just know a few more people - let's not talk about it."
Zhou Yu nodded slightly blankly, and immediately lost interest in this question. He concentrated on scooping up the vegetables in the soup, seemingly determined not to waste any of the fruits of other people's labor. Luo Binhan was talking boredly about his day's experience. He chatted with the weird foreign boy in the store until after midnight, but Chen Wei didn't show up, nor did the mysterious store owner. Finally, the regular customer yawned and left, and he sat in the store until dawn - of course, he was not completely idle. The mobile phone number used by Momolo has been registered on the chat software. Luo Binhan tried to add as a friend of that account, and then started frantically sending some local tokusatsu drama emoticons. He didn't stop until the person on the other side told him to get lost, and started sending Angry Birds emoticons instead. During this period, he also took the time to check the homepage of Yu Xiaorong's social account, but Yu Xiaorong had not updated anything. There were no new suspicious friends he met on the holiday beach, no strange big fish caught by the locals, not even a picture of a beautiful shell. There are no photos. Luo Binhan had to admit that he was a little disappointed. I guess Yu Xiaorong had a boring holiday.
He sat there until almost noon before leaving. I don’t know why, but the store owner who was said to come to deliver the goods in the early morning didn’t show up at all. At first, Luo Binhan thought that this mysterious man was just late because of something. It was not until daybreak that he gradually realized that this man would never come. Why? he does not know. Coin Boy never mentioned this situation to him. But he had a feeling that no matter how long he continued to sit in the store, this man would never show up.
"I think this guy is avoiding me." Luo Binhan said, "He knew I was in the store, so he stopped coming."
"But he has no way of knowing that you are in the store, right? Or is there surveillance equipment in the store?"
"No, I don't think so. I thought so at first, so I searched there and didn't see any suspicious signs."
Zhou Yu agreed absentmindedly. He was probably imagining Luo Binhan snooping around in other people's shops, so he frowned slightly. But out of loyalty to friendship, he didn't comment on it. Instead, he lowered his head and calculated something.
"How long have you been without sleep?" he suddenly asked Luo Binhan.
"I forgot... let me think about it, it was probably the day before yesterday? No, I didn't fall asleep after Chen Wei sent me back. That was the day before. Yes, I remember I had an uncomfortable dream."
He and Zhou Yu looked at each other. Under the exceptionally bright light of the living room, the bruises under Zhou Yu's eyes were even more noticeable. He looked like the man who hadn't slept a wink for several days and nights, while Luo Binhan was energetic, active and full of life. It looked so ridiculous, so when Zhou Yu said seriously, "You should pay attention to rest," Luo Binhan really wanted to perform a tap dance for him. No, he could do this if he was facing Jing Huang, but it would be a bit uninteresting to do this to Zhou Yu.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, studying Zhou Yu's face, "Is it because I've forgotten what you looked like when you stayed up all night in college, or are you really worse off than you were then?"
Zhou Yu didn't answer. He was concentrating on other questions, and maybe he didn't hear what Luo Binhan was saying. After a while, he nodded to himself and explained to Luo Binhan in a doctor's tone: "Although there is no problem on the surface, you should try to maintain a normal schedule."
"I'll try my best," Luo Binhan said, "but you really don't look at yourself? Think about it, you only started eating dinner at 11:30 in the evening."
Zhou Yu agreed again absentmindedly. Luo Binhan couldn't help but think of a sentence he forgot where he heard it from: the best thing about being a doctor is that you don't have to follow your own doctor's orders.
"That's a little unfair," he said.
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"Nothing. Do you plan to go to bed now?" Luo Binhan said, "If you feel like you are about to faint now, I can help you wash the dishes. Anyway, I have nothing serious to do now."
But Zhou Yu didn't let him do this, as if he thought that sleeping after eating was a more serious health hazard than sudden death from overwork. When he was standing in front of the sink, Luo Binhan also wandered over. It was not that he thought a germophobe would not know how to wash dishes, but he wanted to know how Zhou Yu used his right hand that was bandaged after being burned. The result really shocked him, because Zhou Yu didn't take off the gloves that were probably contaminated with countless laboratory bacteria, but was washing the dishes with one hand.
This was definitely not the first time Zhou Yu had done this, so he did it quite easily, like a disabled person who was born without one hand. Luo Binhan soon felt restless. He thought he should help instead of just standing around and watching, or walking back to the living room to sit alone, but Zhou Yu didn't notice his discomfort. In order to relieve the embarrassment, he had to start looking for a new one. topic.
"I think someone may call me in the next few days." He said amidst the sound of running water, "Someone may also come to look for me. If I'm not here, you don't need to pay attention."
"Luo Jiaotian may come." Zhou Yu said, while still wiping the dishes placed by the pool with a loofah cloth. Luo Binhan supervised with some trepidation, fearing that he would smash the bowl into the sink like a cat overturning a glass. While he was secretly preparing to rush to save the elegant and lovely blue and white porcelain bowl, he added that he didn't think Luo Jiaotian would come to him.
"Nan Mingguang is not very good at telling... that side." He explained, "He has never liked that side. So he will try to hide it from them until the news is completely leaked. I think it will take a few days. "
"Doesn't he like your stepmother?" Zhou Yu asked bluntly.
"I think it's due to personality." Luo Binhan said after careful consideration, "It's definitely not a moral factor. He doesn't like people who are too academic, the kind of people who live a monotonous life without any ideas. At the same time, he doesn't like people who are all-around good and try to please everyone. guy. What he wants is a sly aggression - I think he probably finds it boring to have people who never show a hint of ferocity, whether you mean it or pretend... This guy has a bit of an adventurism at his core, I I heard that he had raised two Tibetan mastiffs before.”
Zhou Yu frowned at the pool. Luo Binhan guessed it was because of the Tibetan Mastiff. Except for the parrot he sent, Zhou Yu had never kept any other pets, let alone any ferocious beasts that were brave and good at fighting.
"It happened a long time ago," Luo Binhan added, "It should have been raised in the countryside."
"He should like you very much." Zhou Yu said unexpectedly.
Luo Binhan stared at him, silently protesting that he compared himself with a Tibetan mastiff. Zhou Yu is very polite most of the time, but sometimes he is so straightforward that he doesn't look like an adult.
"I don't bite." Luo Binhan solemnly declared.
"Didn't you say that he likes taking risks? You should have something in common on this, right?"
Zhou Yu thought about it for a moment and then added: "If it is compared with Luo Jiaotian."
"Of course he won't like it," Luo Binhan said, "and he definitely doesn't like you. Who told you to read "Quantitative Study on the Risk Thresholds of Different Alcoholic Drinkings" while eating - I know its title is not It's so short, you don't need to tell me what the long list of English titles means. But you don't care anyway, he is not your father's partner, and he has to be polite to you. After all, he is not young anymore. , the work pressure is still very high, maybe one day it will fall into the hands of your Zhou family."
Zhou Yu put the washed dishes back into the cupboard and replied with a rare sense of humor: "Then let Luo Jiaotian be the intern assistant in the surgery. In this way, he can only let the second son who doesn't like it Get the inheritance and drive you out of the company completely.”
"Don't even think about it." Luo Binhan threatened sinisterly, "Tomorrow I will put arsenic in your coffee."
But he had no chance to poison him. Early the next morning, the surgical intern assistant Zhou Yu had scheduled arrived.
