nonhuman affairs administration

Everything was put in the back seat of the car, and everyone in the car entered the farm.

The farmhouse is well decorated, with wooden structure and stilt style. The door is a bit short, so you have to lower your head slightly when entering.

It looks antique on the outside, but the decoration inside is quite modern. I don’t know if the floor was paved with cement or something else. It was very stable when walking on it, and there was no creaking sound at all like a wooden floor.

The windows are wide open and equipped with glass windows. The glass windows are wiped clean and the sunlight from outside shines in. According to the person in charge of the hospital, this kind of window can be fully opened.

But now there are more mosquitoes and so on, so it is inconvenient to eat with the windows open.

While eating, I looked out the window at the lush woods, the chirping of insects, and the chirping of birds, which made me feel quite wild.

The temperature in the mountains is relatively cool, and the air conditioner is not turned on too high, more than 27 degrees. The people serving food here are all wearing gorgeous ethnic costumes, and the silver jewelry on their heads collides, making a pleasant sound.

Most of these young ladies have good looks, nourishing mountains and rivers, and fair complexions with lively eyes. They are completely different from the urban girls who stay up late to make money.

A few nurse sisters grabbed the little girls after serving the food and asked them how they usually take care of their hair and what skin care products they use. The little girls did not hide their secrets and read out several common brands and some local talents. Some herbal remedies.

There happened to be an intern who was minoring in Chinese medicine. He was called over by the nurse sister and asked to memorize several medicinal materials and proportions mentioned by the local girls, so that he could prepare them at that time to benefit the bald sisters who stayed up late.

Mr. Yao and the leaders of Xixiang Hospital watched them messing around at the dinner table. Mr. Yao pretended to be ashamed: "This is the first time for the little girls to come to Xixiang, and they are a joke to the leaders of Xixiang Hospital."

The director of Xixiang Hospital was also there and said with a smile: "It's nothing. Culture must be exchanged. Only communication can make things better and better."

Mr. Yao is also a good person. He heard the implication of the dean's words and hurriedly joined him: "Dean, what you said is very good. Come on, dean, let me respect you first!"

After drinking the glass of wine that Mr. Yao first proposed, the dean continued: "I should first toast everyone and thank your hospital for its contribution to the people of Xixiang. We welcome all medical staff who come, thank you!"

So everyone stood up and raised their glasses, but Jiang Ke was not interested in any of this. He pretended to clink the wine glasses without drinking a drop of wine. Obviously, he was more interested in the local dishes on the table.

The eating habits here favor spicy, sour and delicious food.

Perhaps it is because of the unique geographical environment of the place, with high mountains and deep valleys, and poor specialty products. Also, because of the humid and hot weather, it is difficult to store fresh fish, meat, and vegetables.

So salt and microorganisms are used to ferment them to make pickles, bacon, and sour fish. They are placed in a dark and light-proof house and can be stored for a long time under local climate conditions.

In times of scarcity, local people relied on pickled vegetables and bacon in jars to survive the most difficult times. Over time, a special food culture was formed.

There is a dish of "fried preserved fish" on the table. The local rice flower fish is as wide as the palm of an adult's hand. It has been raised in rice terraces since childhood and has grown up eating falling rice flowers and insects in the water. The meat is plump and the taste is sweet and unusual. The earthy smell of pond fish is hard to get rid of.

The local people use rice flower fish as raw material, break open the fish maw, take out the internal organs, then apply spices and chopped apple puree, smoke it with lychee wood for two or three days, and finally hang it under the beam to dry in the shade. After ten days, it is made The famous local Xixiang cured fish.

Jiang Ke liked this dish very much. When he took a bite, the fish meat was soft and chewy. After frying over high heat, the fish skin was slightly charred. The aroma of fruit, spices and charred food complemented each other. The taste was wonderful, and the aroma of the seasonings would have been better. Too little is not enough, it is very suitable for Jiang Ke's appetite.

The other dishes also taste good, they are heavy in oil and spicy, and they are delicious and go very well with rice.

Jiang Ke took two sips of tea, calmed down for a moment, and then continued eating.

After finishing three bowls of rice and being nine-tenths full, Jiang Ke put down his chopsticks. There was a fish skin with pickled peppers, which made his eyes red from the heat. The person next to him handed him a bottle of Coke.

Jiang Ke usually drank less carbonated drinks, so he didn't care too much at this time. He pulled the tab and took a sip. The bubbles danced on the tongue, aggravating the stinging sensation of the pepper.

The Coke had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and there was still water vapor in the can. It was really unpleasant to take a sip.

Jiang Ke took a few sips, and even if he was satisfied, he didn't plan to touch the rest.

A meal is enjoyed by both the host and the guest.

The accommodation was arranged in a reasonably good hotel in the county town. There were more than [-] people, and the whole hotel was booked and it was not enough.

This is the best hotel in the county. The most important thing is that it is close to Xixiang Hospital, making it convenient for traveling to work.

It was impossible to live in a room for one person, so Mr. Yao finally arranged that all the nurses and sisters would live in single rooms with better conditions. The boys could squeeze in as they pleased, and two people would share a large bed room.

When choosing roommates, Mi Xiong took the initiative to come over and asked, "Jiang Ke, have you decided on your roommates? If not, can we form a team?"

Jiang Ke was waiting for arrangements and was busy complaining to Fang Yun about the conditions of the hotel, but Mi Xiong came over on his own initiative.

The two of them had just gotten to know each other. They were both boys, so it was not awkward to sleep in the same room together. However, Jiang Ke thought of Mi Xiong saying that he was his "kind"...

Wouldn’t it be a bit awkward to live together and get along day and night?

However, Jiang Ke just had an idea. He didn't have any discrimination against Mi Xiong. It was just the embarrassment after being recognized for his wrong sexual orientation.

Jiang Ke turned around in his mind several times, and finally agreed.

Several male doctors with higher qualifications were also assigned to single rooms. Naturally, intern doctors like Jiang Ke did not receive this treatment, so they did not expect too much.

After receiving the card from Mr. Yao, Jiang Ke went upstairs carrying his bag and suitcase.

Mi Xiong also carried a luggage bag. Seeing that he had so many things, he took the initiative to help him share some.

Jiang Ke was not polite to him and handed the bag in his hand to Mi Xiong.

Mi Xiong took the bag from him, and his hand felt heavy, and he almost couldn't hold it.

Mi Xiong: "What's in the bag? It's so heavy."

Jiang Ke: "I brought some supplies."

Mi Xiong didn't expect that a small bag was so heavy. When he saw Jiang Ke walking upstairs with the suitcase, he looked at his muscles that became obvious due to exertion, and there was a bit of envy in his eyes.

There is no elevator in this hotel, so Jiang Ke and the others were assigned to room 314. In fact, it is on the fourth floor. There seems to be some taboo about this place, so it is not called the fourth floor, but the third and a half floors.

There are a total of eight rooms on the first floor. The one Jiang Ke and the others chose was relatively large, a twin room with just enough beds for each person.

Jiang Ke asked Mi Xiong to choose first, and Mi Xiong chose the one near the door. Jiang Ke put his things on the other bed.