Dressed as the President's Heartless Wife

In the ward, Zhou's father was still cursing, talking about "unfilial sons".

Outside the ward, Gu Yang belatedly thought that he seemed to be here to visit a doctor, but in the end he was going to make him angry, he felt a thump in his heart, and quickly apologized: "Honey, I, I, I, I..."

Knowing what Gu Yang was going to say, Zhou Jinghuai patted his head and said, "Don't worry, he is in good health. I read the report card. Except for a little high blood pressure, there is no major problem."

After all, how can a man who is an all-powerful man in the mall have such a low psychological quality? Maybe as soon as he left, he would be thinking of how to deal with them.

"Really?"

"Do not lie to you."

Gu Yang was relieved, and threw himself into Zhou Jing's arms happily.

Zhou Jinghuai looked down at him with gentle eyes: "I wronged you just now, are you angry?"

"No, no, I have never been angry with myself, I always make others angry."

Gu Yang said very self-aware.

Zhou Jinghuai chuckled: "I have learned about your power."

In the past, he was a sky-penetrating monkey, so tall and far-sighted, with his eyes above the top; now he is a little firecracker, crackling and exploding at the slightest touch.

Gu Yang scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed.

After stepping out of the hospital, he suddenly remembered something, Gu Yang asked: "Husband, has Dad always had high blood pressure?"

Zhou Jinghuai gave a soft "hmm" and said, "It's not very tall, it's just a little taller than normal people. The doctor said it's not a disease."

Uh……

So he's in the hospital?

Or a VIP ward?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Zhou Jinghuai raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Old boy, I will go back when I feel tired after staying for a few days."

Gu Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't suffer from any illness, it was just playing tricks, but...

"Hypertension is a common disease of the elderly, and it should be taken seriously if it is a little high. How about I give him some medicinal food to prevent it?"

"would you like?"

Zhou Jinghuai was very pleasantly surprised.

"Yes, I am short-handed and soft-hearted. Next time we go to see him, he will not be able to drive us out." Gu Yang said, "I just like it when others succumb to my craftsmanship and want to eat but can't eat it." look."

If you must eat, you must accept him.

In Shooting the Condors, Huang Rong also bribed Hong Qigong to teach Guo Jing martial arts with delicious food, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Okay, then let's try and overcome his difficulty."

……

After returning, Gu Yang began to think about the medicinal diet. He knew the medicinal diet for lowering blood pressure, but this was an unfamiliar field. Although he loved delicious food, he was not good enough to eat medicinal diet.

After much deliberation, Gu Yang decided not to engage in those bells and whistles, but to cook a delicacy with the highest frequency of visits—chicken.

Throughout the ages, when visiting a sick person, regardless of the serious or minor illness, the first thought is to boil a pot of chicken soup and take it with you. Because it is nourishing and convenient, you can just wash it and throw it in the pot for a few hours. Coincidentally, Youdao medicinal food is called Gastrodia elata stewed chicken , in addition to nourishing, it also lowers blood pressure, Gu Yang thinks it is right to do it.

Of course, since it was made by him, this Gastrodia stewed chicken must not only be nutritious, but also taste first-class.

Choose healthy live chickens, old hens, chickens that are too tender, and they will rot after a while , more nutritious.

Gu Yang got up early every day to go to the vegetable market, and got a pure old hen from a farmer, bought it back and tied it to the landlord under the shade of a tree to raise it for two days, and laid two wild eggs.

The second is gastrodia elata. The gastrodia elata sold in the market are generally treated with sulfur, and will have a sour smell after a long time, but the natural gastrodia elata has a hint of sweetness. Here I use a certain treasure that is omnipotent. Gu Yang bought a few on the Internet. Gastrodia elata, I have repeatedly confirmed that it is wild, vintage, and not inferior.

In addition, Gu Yang also bought goji berry, day lily and a charcoal stove. After all the ingredients were prepared, Gu Yang started to stew, using a casserole, controlling the heat, adding firewood and reducing firewood, and boiled for three hours.

After the stew was finished, when the lid of the casserole was lifted, the aroma overflowed, and the golden chicken broth was bright in color, and it looked very delicious. Gu Yang sprinkled the chopped green onions into it, and picked out the chicken feet that the elderly do not like to chew. , chicken neck and chicken breast, leaving the meaty and tender chicken legs, chicken back and gizzards.

When Zhou Jinghuai came back from work, Gu Yang handed the insulated box to him, and said, "It will be delivered within 10 minutes, can it be done?"

Zhou Jinghuai didn't dare to reveal it, for fear that it would get cold, she asked, "What did you do?"

"Stewed chicken." Gu Yang blinked his eyes, his expression was very vivid, "I left half a pot for you, hurry up and come back."

Zhou Jing smiled, hugged him and kissed him, and left again.

The journey from home to the hospital was 25 minutes. Zhou Jing hoped that it would not be stuck in traffic. The journey went smoothly, and the hospital arrived 2 minutes faster than usual.

Entering the ward, Zhou's mother was not there, neither were Zhou Jingxiu and Zhou Jingwen, only one nurse was there, and Zhou's father was standing by the window in a hospital gown, looking out at the scenery outside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he asked without turning his head, "Have the procedures been completed?"

"What procedure?" Zhou Jinghuai walked in, "Discharge procedure?"

Zhou's father suddenly turned around, saw that it was Zhou Jinghuai, his expression darkened, and he asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I came here to visit a doctor. My father is in the hospital. I have to react a little bit." Zhou Jinghuai put the incubator on the bedside, "Is the hospital food unpalatable? I made chicken soup for you."

Father Zhou's eyes fell on the insulated box immediately, and he sneered: "You stewed it for me? I think it's that little... he stewed it. Don't try to use this method to deal with me. I don't take this kind of thing. "

With his status, even if he enters the hospital, the food is the best. No matter how bad it is, if a chef cooks it for him, he will be greedy for a bowl of chicken soup?

Naive.

Zhou Jinghuai had expected Zhou's father's reaction for a long time, shrugged his eyebrows and smiled indifferently: "Your Jingui's son cooks for others every day, and you as a father have never eaten a bite, okay, I will take it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the insulated box. Zhou's father stared fiercely, and exclaimed in shock: "Are you still cooking for that little bastard?"

"What's wrong with the cooking, I'll wash his feet." Zhou Jinghuai said lightly, "I like your son Jingui, but not my wife Jingui?"

Zhou's father choked hard, his face turned red, and he wanted to beat the dog in front of him to death.

Seeing that he had other reactions, Zhou Jinghuai said with the insulation box on his shoulders, "I'm leaving, let me know when you get home after completing the discharge procedures, if you can't save your face, you can post it on Moments."

"Stop!" Father Zhou shouted angrily, "Get out of here."

Zhou Jing raised his lips calmly, took three steps back, and asked, "Want to eat?"

Father Zhou walked towards the bed, and said angrily: "I have raised you for so many years, the wind can't blow, the rain can't shine, and I don't let you do things. I'm afraid you will bump into each other. It's better for you to cook for others. If you knew this , should have..."

Zhou Jinghuai lifted the cover of the insulation box.

Father Zhou froze, instantly forgetting what he was about to say.

A strong smell of chicken soup scrambled to escape from the insulated box. It seemed that it had been accumulated for a long time, and it was running around in the ward. There was a hint of sweetness in the umami smell. It is impossible for people to taste the smell. , but an inexplicable sweetness came out of his mouth, and at the same time his throat became like a dry swamp, very thirsty.

Even though Zhou Jinghuai stayed with Gu Yang for so long and smelled so much food, he couldn't resist the tangy aroma at this time, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

So delicious.

It smells like a broken nose.

Zhou's father unconsciously swallowed twice, and pretended not to care, mockingly said: "I never thought that you would learn two brushes after leaving the Zhou family."

"Only two?" Zhou Jing returned to his senses, his powerful rationality made him calm, "Why do I think there must be several?"

Father Zhou snorted coldly and sat on the edge of the bed, Zhou Jinghuai handed him a spoon.

The spoon is not the kind of stainless steel spoon, but a ceramic one, which does not match the insulation box and is placed in the bag separately.

Father Zhou took a spoonful of soup with a spoon, put it under his eyelids to watch it, and said, "Did you poison me?"

"Don't worry, I haven't inherited the company yet, so I won't be so harsh on you for the time being."

Knowing that he was posing, Zhou Jinghuai answered calmly.

Only then did Father Zhou put the spoon into his mouth.

As soon as the fresh and thick chicken soup is in the mouth, the sweet and salty taste is intertwined and spread instantly. When the tip of the tongue touches this taste, it seems to be out of control, and it is all rolled into the mouth involuntarily. The chicken soup is very hot, so hot His tongue was trembling, Father Zhou felt that the soft tissue of his palate had been scalded, but he was reluctant to spit it out.

So good.

So good.

As soon as he finished one sip, Zhou's father couldn't stop taking a second sip. He asked himself that after drinking chicken soup for so many years and tasting so many chefs' skills, there was no soup that could make him want to stop so much. There is actually a pot of chicken soup in the world. It's unreal and unscientific to drink it like this!

After drinking more than a dozen sips in a row, Zhou's father barely managed to recover, but the glutton was still screaming, urging him to continue, and he asked, "What did you use to cook it?"

Zhou Jinghuai didn't know what Gu Yang used to boil it, so he glanced at the round white flakes floating in the insulated box, thought for a while, and said, "Given the slices."

"You didn't lie to me?"

Father Zhou was extremely unbelievable.

He has never tasted the stewed chicken soup with ginseng slices, how can it be so delicious?

Zhou Jinghuai was noncommittal, and asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

Father Zhou's old face was ashamed, as if he had been poked into an ulterior motive, while holding the insulated box and refusing to let go, he said, "Generally, what kind of soup have you and I not had?"

"Okay, drink slowly, I'm going back, I'll collect the insulated box tomorrow."

Zhou Jinghuai got up and said.

Gu Yang still has half a pot of chicken soup left for him, he can't keep Gu Yang waiting for a long time.

After a while, there was no one pregnant with Zhou Jing in the ward. Father Zhou looked away, put down the spoon, picked up the chopsticks in the bag, picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite.

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