Appreciation of treasures

Chapter 772

"it is good."

After Han Yu finished speaking, he strode out.

Seeing him walking away, Li Dingjun looked at Jin Wenli and asked again.

"Mr. Jin, why did you choose to join the project of the two academicians this time?"

"I go to Youze because I have my own business. It's just a ride to fulfill the promise to Jiang's family. Follow them to Jialan, and I will leave."

As he spoke, he casually leaned back in the chair.

Keeping his hands under the table, he made a gesture where Li Dingjun could just see.

Pointing to himself, then to Li Dingjun, then tapped on the table lightly, still answering.

"Youze is a very dangerous place. I'm old, and I don't want to die on the way before I reach my destination. Jialan is very close to the place I'm looking for, so I might be able to gain something."

Li Dingjun has been around for many years, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he immediately understood what Jin Wenli meant.

There are too many people, let's talk about what happened just now in private.

He smiled and nodded slightly, "So that's how it is. My Li family is lucky to have your participation. This big project must be foolproof."

"Of course, the leadership of the two academicians is also indispensable. This is the honor of my Li family. If the doctor hadn't repeatedly warned me not to touch alcohol, I would definitely have a drink or two with some of you!"

A few words got all three of them together, without any leaks.

Zhao Gang frowned. He didn't know what was wrong, but he just felt that there was a big problem with the Li family, especially Li Dingjun.

The expression in Jin Wenli's eyes that was incomprehensible and hesitant to speak just now also said everything.

Look at the three members of the Li family.

Li Rouzhen leaned close to the table, and softly asked Li Qiubai on the opposite side.

"What's the matter, brother, I only saw Dad in the morning, why do I feel so bad?"

"I saw him in the morning and he's doing fine."

Li Qiubai said with difficulty, the joy of being assigned the control of the Li family was gone, and there was more grief.

He thought it was trust, but looking at it now, it was an confession.

"Let's call all the doctors to check it out later." Li Jingzhai said.

Heh, it looks like there is nothing to save, it would be nice to die early, my Feng family will be able to follow Li Rouzhen's card into the pattern openly and aboveboard.

Feng Chengru thought to himself, with a regretful expression on his face.

Chen Ziqi was sitting next to Zhao Gang. She leaned close to Zhao Gang and asked softly.

"Little genius doctor, what do you think? Can you share your opinion?"

"What kind of genius doctor am I? Last time it was a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. This time, I can't understand it."

Zhao Gang said honestly.

Chen Ziqi pursed her lips, and pressed it close to Zhao Gang's ear, and the soft and fragrant breath rushed to half of Zhao Gang's cheek.

"I always feel that something is wrong. Do you want to take a closer look? It seems that this matter is not that simple." She whispered.

Ever since Chen Ziqi experienced the incident of her grandfather being poisoned, she no longer trusts anyone so innocently and easily.

Zhao Gang also felt that Chen Ziqi was right, how could one explain the illnesses of these wealthy families.

Miao Ling, who had been silent all this time, also spoke after hearing what Chen Ziqi said.

"Going to a doctor won't help much."

When he said this, he glanced at Miao Jun who was facing him. Miao Jun looked calm and avoided Miao Ling's eyes.

"What do you mean by Mr. Miao?"

Chen Ziqi is like a curious kitten.

Miao Ling glanced at Miao Jun and said, "It's more like poisoning. Maybe it's some undiscovered stubborn disease. There are so many diseases in the world now, so we can't be too arbitrary."

Shaking the fan, Miao Jun looked calm.

"Heh." Miao Ling sneered, and didn't talk about this topic again, but said sharply in a sharp tone.

"It's you, when are you going to go home and plead guilty?"

It's time to come.

Li Jingzhai seemed to know the inside story of the Miao brothers, and immediately defended it.

"Mr. Miaoling, I know it's your Miao family's business, so I can't open it, but my mentor has his own choice!"

"is it?"

Miao Ling elongated his voice, looked at Mr. Miao meaningfully again, and did not speak.

Zhao Gang and the others were the most confused, they knew only half of what they heard.

Why do you feel that the Li family has so many things going on?
Zhao Gang frowned, feeling that he was involved in something terrible.

At this moment, Han Yu came back again, followed by a row of servants serving dishes.

"It just so happens that the chef has just processed the ingredients and started to cook. Let's serve a pre-dinner appetizer and an aperitif bar."

As he said that, he smiled and walked back to his seat to sit down, while the servants came to the crowd with the plates.

First, he put down a transparent crystal cup filled with amber wine, and brought a white porcelain plate, the size of a palm, with a delicate cold dish inside.

The green cucumbers are simply served cold, with a few sprigs of coriander sprinkled on top, and the presentation is extremely delicate.

The taste is sweet and sour, and the smell whets the appetite before eating.

Everyone had the same dishes, except that there was no aperitif on Li Dingjun's table.

Zhao Gang originally thought that a cold cucumber would taste the same no matter how he ate it, but the moment he ate it, he changed his mind.

Don't know what seasoning was used.

The cucumber tastes fresh and sweet, with a clear fragrance. The taste of balsamic vinegar and the sweetness of sugar are just right. It will not be too sour or sweet.

You can still vaguely taste the scent of sesame oil. Just take a small bite of the cold cucumber and it will be fragrant on your tongue.

It's really not the same level as being casually mixed with yourself...

Zhao Gang was in a complicated mood, feeling that he couldn't look directly at his cucumber salad.

Chen Ziqi was also full of praise. She was very picky, but it seemed that the chef of the Li family really didn't do it.

The dishes were brought to the table one after another. Although they were eating Chinese food, they were divided into equal portions according to the Western habit. Four dishes and one soup were served to everyone.

Eight-treasure pigeon, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, stir-fried spinach and a deep-fried spring roll for dim sum, as well as a rich ginseng bone broth boiled.

Zhao Gang even wanted to eat his own tongue.

Just now he couldn't look directly at his cold cucumber, but now he can't look directly at all the food he made, compared to what he made, it's just like chaff.

No one spoke during the meal, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks touching.

Li Dingjun's appetite was not very good, he frowned and put down his chopsticks after a few mouthfuls, and just finished the soup.

His face was also ugly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the hands supporting his body were shaking.

Han Yu hurriedly apologized, stood up and called the two male servants to send Li Dingjun back to his room to rest.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Li's health is really bad, so I can only go back to rest... Cough cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Dingjun coughed again while sitting in the wheelchair.

The three members of the Li family lost their appetite. They stood up and looked at Li Dingjun, wanting to go up.

Han Yu hurriedly said: "You three sit down first, the guests are still here, what do you say?"

Reluctantly, the three of them sat back silently, but they were already fidgeting.

Seeing Li Dingjun being sent back to the room, Han Yu apologized to everyone again and again.

(End of this chapter)