The gourmet boss who was delayed by the end of the world

The number of patients in the medical team was not as many as Chen Yuan expected. Except for heavy bleeding or fainting, urban residents basically would not seek a doctor. They have long been accustomed to minor injuries and pains, and will consciously leave precious medicines to those who need them more.

The inpatients were arranged in a three-story white building next to the medical team. Most of them were elderly people who had lost their mobility and had no relatives or reasons. They could only lie on the hospital bed waiting to die.

Grandma Liu, who asked Chen Yuan for porridge, was an aborigine of F23114. She spoke Mandarin that no one could understand, and bowed and bowed to Chen Yuan who came with hot porridge.

The ward was full of cancer patients, afraid of the light and the wind, the windows were tightly closed, and the unpleasant smell in the room made Chen Yuan frown.

After he entered the room, he first opened the window to let the air in, and then lifted the lid of the lunch box to let the aroma of the chicken porridge overflow, causing movement in several hospital beds, turning around and looking sideways at him.

Chen Yuan sat beside Grandma Liu's bed, and while chatting with her, he fed her half a bowl of porridge.

Grandma Liu had few teeth, so she pressed her lips against the taste and gave Chen Yuan a thumbs up: "It tastes so good, the young man is so sharp!"

Chen Yuan looked at her fingers like chicken feet, and her sallow and withered face, and squeezed out a smile: "If you like it, I will make it for you every day from now on."

"Young boy, can you give me a taste of that?"

"Boy, I want to try it too."

"Brother, my sister hasn't eaten for several days, can I let her eat some of this delicious food?"

Illness weakens and numbs the five senses, and long-term bed rest and injections make people feel full. Many patients suffer from various stomach problems due to anorexia after living in the hospital. Nurses ask for nutrition from the corridor every day. At the other end, very few people are willing to eat.

As soon as Chen Yuan appeared with the food he made, it was like a bolt of lightning piercing through the black night, chasing the aroma of cooked meat and vegetables, it was the desire engraved in human genes, it was the dying body, suddenly smelling the smell of scrambled eggs The smell of oil makes you shrug your nose and ask what it is.

The fact that Chen Yuan can cook food for the millennial generation quickly spread among the medical team. He heard the nurses complain that the patients could not eat the nutritional supplements, so he asked someone to build an open kitchen in the open space behind the small inpatient building.

At every meal time, you can hear the sound of cooking, followed by the smell of ginger and garlic, the smell of sautéed beef, and the smell of stewed chicken intertwined into an airtight net, which will catch all the upper and lower floors of the hospital. You can't escape and you can only become a prisoner of food.

Those old patients who had been bedridden for a long time were somewhat malnourished. With the hard work of Chef Chen, they lived a standard life of three meals. Like a building of the living dead.

Everyone regards Chen Yuan as a treasure. From morning till night, he yells 'Little Chen' and 'Brother Chen' non-stop. His naughty talk and gossip have found the best stage here, and he can chat with anyone for half an hour. , from the age of three to 83 years old!

The old people look at him like a son-in-law. He has been cooking for a week, and he has received more than 30 blind date invitations; the children look at him like a close brother, and they can’t wait to show him a small heart-shaped stone.

Chen Yuan's cold healed without medicine, and he exuded the smooth and kind gossip of the uncle of the neighborhood committee.

He is the best chat partner and the best listener. He once spent an afternoon trying to figure out the life of Muhammad Uzahi in hospital bed 3-204, even with gestures and guesswork.

And the bearded brother with the broken leg can't even speak a word of Chinese or English.

"How did you communicate with him?"

When Tianmu came to eat, he bit the tip of his chopsticks in confusion: "He has been in the eco-city for many years. I even pulled his beard before, but I couldn't understand what he was talking about."

Chen Yuan gulped down a big mouthful of tomato rib soup, pointed to his ear and said, "Communication with people is not based on this," he pointed to his heart, "it's based on this."

"Virtue!" Tianmu rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Ever since Chen Yuan changed his place to cook, he stopped going to District 5 and set up a table in the kitchen.

The little girl was a little dissatisfied with having to come to the medical team for three meals a day—people in the city didn't like to be close to the medical team. There were too many dead people in this place, and it was very gloomy in broad daylight.

But she was greedy, used to eating Chen Yuan's food, and didn't even want to touch nutritional supplements, so she had to follow him everywhere.

Where there is Tianmu, there is naturally almond wood, inseparable like a tail, and K, who will show his dog's eyes if he can't eat good food, these three people have become a regular meal partner, coming when the time comes.

At the dinner table this evening, in addition to the usual five dishes and one soup, Tianmu also caught a glimpse of an earthen pot simmering on the stove. Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't intend to take it out for everyone to eat, the corners of her mouth curled up: "What are you doing again?" K is a solo eater? Do you want to be like this | Wife, give him special treatment every two days!"

"I can beat your wife|wife!"

Chen Yuan gave Tianmu a hard look, "If you keep your mouth open, you are not allowed to come to eat in the future."

Tianmu suddenly stuffed a big mouthful of vegetables into his mouth, and stared back at Chen Yuan bitterly.

Chen Yuan got up and opened the earthen pot to look at the fish soup inside, turned off the fire and returned to his seat in satisfaction, and sighed to Tianmu: "K is working so hard all day long, he is growing up, and he is dragged day and night He was on patrol two days ago when he was out of the city on a mission, and he had a wound on his hand, so he boiled some crucian carp soup to heal the wound."

While talking, K came, with a tired face and dirty sweat dripping down his face.

Chen Yuan hurriedly served him rice and took the bowls and chopsticks, and stopped his hand that wanted to steal it with an elbow: "Go and wash your face, look at you, you are dirty, with the smell of engine oil, have you gone to the arsenal again?"

K nodded, staring at the braised beef on the plate and couldn't move his eyes away. Chen Yuan felt soft-hearted, stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat and fed it to him, urging softly: "Okay, okay, washing hands before meals is a rule, go quickly !"

K was chewing the beef, and reluctantly walked towards the sink, Tianmu made a loud 'tsk' on the opposite side of the dining table, his eyes wandered back and forth between Chen Yuan and K, and at least [-] words of the plot ran through his mind.

Knowing her virtue, Chen Yuan tapped her head with his finger in the air as a warning, and Tianmu winked back at him with a grimace, unaware that Badamu was serving her vegetables in a clumsy posture.

There was the sound of washing in the small white building next to it, and the little girl who accompanied the bed was singing to her mother, and the clear and clear voice of a child flew high and far.

The setting sun in the distance is like blood, the sunset covers half of the sky, there are flocks of birds returning home passing by, and the slightly cooler night wind brings the sweet scent of early osmanthus. Counting the days, it is almost autumn.

It has only been more than a month since I have traveled to this world. Although the time is not long, Chen Yuan feels that he has lived here for many years. Such a peaceful evening allows him to find the tranquility of returning home.

K washed his hands and walked back, telling that brat to wash his hands, he would never wash his face too much, and he was ready to sit down with a big painted face, Chen Yuan couldn't stand it, and took out a clean rag to wipe his face.

K thought the rag was dirty, so he turned sideways to hide from Chen Yuan's hand, his mouth was full of smiles, and his eyes were sparkling.

The two laughed and twisted together, Tianmu said 'yo' and just raised their heads, suddenly there was an extremely shrill scream from the medical team on the right, not one, but several people howling at the same time, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps And crying, that crying is not ordinary crying, hoarse, wailing endlessly, and the voices are constantly increasing, from a few people to a dozen people to dozens of people, it seems that the gate of Shura hell has been opened, and ten thousand ghosts are released to cry together.

Chen Yuan was blank for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, a cold air shot up from the soles of his feet, "What, what's wrong?"

K came back to his senses faster than him, and had already run a few steps at this time, turned his head and quickly ordered: "Badanmu protects them, retreat immediately, and go to the guards!"

Hearing the words, Badam stood up, opened his arms and drove Tianmu and Chen Yuan out, "Hurry up, let's go back to the dormitory!"

Tianmu threw the chopsticks and pulled Chen Yuan with a dull expression: "Go, something must have happened!"

Chen Yuan ran two steps with them, feeling very flustered, turned around to look at K, and saw a figure running crookedly from the medical team building, it was a little nurse Chen Yuan knew!

The left half of the nurse's body was covered in blood, her face was ashen, and the side of her neck covered with her hands had blood gushing out from between her fingers, like a burst water pipe.

She took the last few steps to move in front of K, and said angrily——

"Quick, run away...the corpse, the corpse has changed..."

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