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More than a hundred mice rushed into the restaurant, and the scene can be said to be very spectacular.

The well-dressed men and women screamed in fright, and one woman fainted from fright. Everyone fled, tables and chairs fell, dishes and dishes were smashed, and the scene was chaotic.

This group of mice seems to have a purpose, crawling over some steaks that fell on the ground, and they all ignore it.

A part of them rushed to the place where Su Jing was sitting before, jumped on the table, and surrounded the bottle of pepper that Su Jing had taken.

The other part rushed in front of Zhao Jun, staring at Zhao Jun and Boss Li.

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Zhao Jun and Boss Li both swallowed their saliva and were stunned for a second by this scene.

Then they reacted at the same time, turned and fled. It's good that they didn't move, the mice quickly chased after this move, and a few more aggressive ones jumped on Zhao Jun and climbed to Zhao Jun's pocket.

A few mice jumped on his body and crawled on him. Zhao Jun, who was a bit clean, almost went crazy. He screamed like a woman and shook his body frantically, trying to throw the mice off his body. Although it did successfully throw off one or two, the running speed slowed down, and more mice jumped on him. In order to get a firm grip on him, these mice scratched his clothes and skin, and some even bit on him. on him.

Boss Li was not attacked by any mouse and managed to escape. Looking back at Zhao Jun's tragic state, he couldn't help gasping for breath. Naturally, he didn't dare to rush up to help himself, so he turned around and said to the waiters, What are you still doing, hurry up and save Young Master Zhao.

All the employees stepped back, their heads shaking like a rattle.

What a joke, such a ferocious group of rats, who dares to go up?

What I do is a waiter job, and I get waiter wages, but I'm not a rodent exterminator.

Ahhh!

Zhao Jun cried and cried, lying on the ground and rolling like crazy.

Many mice were crushed to death by him, but these mice still refused to let go.

After nearly a minute, the group of mice suddenly dispersed, leaving Zhao Jun lying on the ground out of breath.

No one at the scene noticed that in the chaos just now, a mouse bit Zhao Jun's pocket and quickly ate a small piece of meat.

Another group of mice also scattered, but the bottle containing the pepper powder was broken.

What the hell is going on? Zhao Jun stood up and roared, his clothes are now in tatters, red bite marks are all over his skin, and he looks very embarrassed, let alone a high-end restaurant. , Street fast food restaurants will not let him in.

I still want to ask, what the hell is going on? Boss Li glanced at the chaotic restaurant, his eyes were red, he had just driven the big man away, and he had not had time to bear the big man's anger. It happened again. This kind of high-end restaurant, even if there is a mouse, the business will be greatly affected, and it will take a long time to recover. If such a large group of mice appears, it can be said that the business has been destroyed by more than half. After all, who would dare to come to such a group of mice Dining in a restaurant?

Ajing, thank you for swallowing. After leaving the western restaurant, Zhu Jianhua was still a little resentful.

Hehe, why are you angry with them, they will be punished sooner or later. Su Jing smiled lightly.

Yes, this kind of store that deliberately embarrassed customers will not survive for long. Mr. Wang responded lightly. Su Jing, Zhu Jianhua and others didn't pay much attention to what he said. Only Lin Cai who knew Mr. Wang's identity Son, I thought that the western restaurant was finished. But what Lin Caier and Mr. Wang didn't know was that the western restaurant was almost finished by now.

Sorry, Mr. Su, I didn't expect Zhao Jun to use such low-level tactics. Shen Jiayao apologized.

It's alright, I didn't take it to heart, just eat in another place. Su Jing said indifferently.

I know there is a restaurant with good taste. Mr. Wang said. This time, Mr. Wang led him to another high-end restaurant. This restaurant has a variety of traditional Chinese food, and the taste is very good. Everyone enjoyed it. After eating and drinking, Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Mr. Wang all rushed to pay the bill, but because Mr. Wang was a regular customer here, he ultimately paid the bill.

The cooperation between Shen Jiayao and Su Jing has been completely negotiated. It is also agreed that Zhu Jianhua will send some stray animals to Su Jing's house tomorrow. By the way, he will bring the pets raised by Su Jing back to the Perfect Pet Paradise. Shen Jiayao, Zhu Jianhua, and Liu Yin first left and returned to the Pet Paradise, leaving room for Su Jing and Mr. Wang to talk privately.

Mr. Wang, if you have anything to do with me, you might as well speak directly. Su Jing said.

It's like this. Mr. Wang paused for a while, seemed to think about the wording, and then said, I have a five-and-a-half-year-old son. Since December last year, he has not liked to eat. At first, he thought it was just a small The child was irritable. Later, he always vomited when he was eating. We took him to the hospital for examination, only to find out that he had anorexia. Since then, my son has not had a good meal, and basically relies on intravenous drips to maintain nutrition. Yesterday evening, my friend Zhou Xian brought a fish fillet porridge. My son actually ate it all, and he still wanted to eat it. His mental state was much better. Zhou Xian told me that this fish fillet The porridge is from Mr. Su, so I want to ask Mr. Su to be my son's personal chef, and I implore Mr. Su to do everything. As for the salary, you can do it.

So that's how it is. Su Jing suddenly realized that Zhou Xian packed the fish porridge away, instead of taking it back to eat it himself. The fish porridge cooked by himself was even eaten by people with anorexia and still wanted to eat it. Really did not expect. However, Su Jing didn't want to concentrate on being a chef, let alone becoming a personal chef. As for salary, Su Jing didn't care too much. Although he wanted to make money, he really didn't want to cut a knife on a sick little boy. Said, Is your son's anorexia caused by psychological problems or physical problems?

It's anorexia in children, it's a digestive disorder, and it's a physiological problem. Although Mr. Wang didn't understand why Su Jing asked, he still answered truthfully.

That's it, then I'll give him a period of diet therapy to see if it works. People came to the door, and they were so polite. It takes a lot of time, so I hope to find a radical solution. If it is mainly a psychological problem, then Su Jing must be helpless, but it is mainly a physical problem, maybe he can solve it by himself.

Thank you so much, Mr. Su. Mr. Wang was overjoyed and said excitedly, Mr. Su, to tell you the truth, my son is in the Zhongyun Huakang Hospital next door, and I and the owner of this restaurant gave me face, Mr. Su can do it. When you cook here, you can ask for any ingredients you want.”

Uh... Su Jing was stunned for a while, but it would have been fine for Mr. Wang to choose this restaurant, but he shook his head and said, The food used in diet therapy is not ordinary ingredients, and I am not used to other people's kitchen utensils. Come home with me?

Also. Mr. Wang chose this restaurant just for convenience. It was up to Su Jing to decide what to do.

Mr. Wang asked the driver to drive a BMW and take Su Jing home. Su Jing entered the kitchen alone. It only took ten or twenty minutes to prepare a dish and put it in the lunch box. When he took out the lunch box , Mr. Wang took it like a treasure.

I won't go there, you can take it to your son to eat, if it works, come and take it from me. Su Jing said.

Okay, thank you Mr. Su. Mr. Wang was anxious about his son and drove away with a lunch box.

More than half an hour later, Mr. Wang came to the 401 senior ward of Zhongyun Huakang Hospital, and saw a thin boy lying on the bed, next to a slightly haggard beautiful woman, and a middle-aged doctor giving The little boy took the pulse.

Mr. Wang stepped forward with the lunch box and asked the middle-aged doctor. After all, he was the attending doctor. Even if he wanted to undergo diet therapy, he had to be notified.

After listening to the middle-aged doctor, his brows suddenly wrinkled: You don't even look at people in person, you don't take your pulse, listen to your heartbeat, and don't look at your complexion, and you just pretend to do diet therapy. Whether it's Chinese medicine or Western medicine, there's no such medical method. It's bullshit!