Doomsday B&B

After packing, Sima Kunmeng and Zhou Ziyu returned to Bai Qiaoan's courtyard.

This time, Sima Kunmeng showed exceptional insight.

He set up a desk with a bookshelf and a chair in an open space, then took out a high-powered battery from somewhere, connected it to a small electric cooker, and placed three bland soup bases—mushroom soup, clear soup, and tomato soup—on the table.

Then they took out a set of condiments and arranged them one by one. Next came the ingredients, which were placed directly on the built-in bookshelf of the table, filling the entire shelf.

Then he took out a pot of plum juice and a pot of barley tea, both of which were ice-cold. After looking around, he noticed that there were no cutlery, so he took out a bowl, a small plate, a pair of chopsticks, and a cup. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.

Then he spoke to Bai Qi'an:

"Dr. Bai, everything is ready. Please come and have dinner."

Bai Qi'an then opened his eyes, got up from the recliner, and sat down at the table.

Seeing that Bai Qi'an was seated, Sima Kunmeng quickly introduced him:

"I've prepared hot pot for you today. There are three relatively light broths: clear broth, mushroom broth, and tomato broth. Although the clear broth is called clear broth, it's actually made by simmering various bones, and it tastes very good. I wonder which one you prefer?"

Bai Qi'an looked up at Sima Kunmeng and thought to himself: Although he's a bit stupid when it comes to other things, he's quite good at taking care of people. I'll keep him here from now on.

However, he didn't show it, and instead answered his question:

"Let's have tomato soup."

"it is good."

Then Sima Kunmeng picked up the thermos containing the tomato broth, poured an appropriate amount of broth into the small electric pot, put away the other two broths, covered the thermos containing the tomato broth, and placed it on the table. After introducing the condiments and ingredients to Bai Qi'an, he said to Bai Qi'an:

"Dr. Bai, that concludes my introduction. If you need anything else, please let me know. Oh, by the way, here are some plum juice and barley tea. I wonder which one you prefer?"

"Plum juice, please."

"Ok."

Then Sima Kunmeng put the barley tea away and asked:

"Is there anything else you need?"

Bai Qi'an waved his hand impatiently and said:

"Go ahead, I can eat by myself. I'll call you if I need anything."

Seeing that Bai Qi'an had already started to make a move, Sima Kunmeng retreated to the side.

When Zhou Ziyu saw Sima Kunmeng approaching, she tugged at him and whispered:

"What should we do?"

Before Sima Kunmeng could answer his question, Bai Qi'an spoke first:

"Speak properly, don't try to sneak around. Even if you whisper, I can still hear you."

Then, ignoring the awkwardness between the two, he continued eating his own hot pot.

Sima Kunmeng and Zhou Ziyu exchanged a glance, feeling helpless. Sima Kunmeng then took out another table and a large, identical battery, connected it to the small electric cooker, gave one to Zhou Ziyu, and then left him alone.

Zhou Ziyu understood what was going on. First, she took out the packaged soup base and poured it into the pot to cook. Then she took out the ingredients and condiments, arranged them, and set them out. She also took out the tableware and arranged them in the same way. Then she started to put the vegetables into the pot that had already boiled. While waiting for the vegetables to cook, she added the condiments according to her own taste and enjoyed her meal.

While watching Sima Kunmeng, although he was eating hot pot at the same time, he was able to stay calm. Why? Because of Dr. Bai Qi'an.

Why? You'll understand once you hear it:

"Add some soup for me."

"Get me some paper."

"Pour me a drink."

Give me the vegetables.

"Give me clear broth instead."

"Add some seasoning to my dish."

Thus, he repeatedly had Sima Kunmeng serve him.

So Sima Kunmeng ate this meal in a really slow and tedious way, going from cold soup to hot soup and then back to cold soup, never quite getting it right.

Bai Qi'an became increasingly satisfied with Sima Kunmeng, who had such a good service attitude. At the same time, he made up his mind to get him out of General Chu's hands, otherwise he didn't know where to find another one as useful as him.

As Bai Qi'an was thinking this, Sima Kunmeng suddenly shivered, looked up and looked around. He didn't see anyone and thought, "There can't be any danger in this guesthouse!" So he lowered his head and started eating hot pot again. After all, it wasn't easy for him to eat anything. He had finally managed to sit down, so he had to eat a few more bites. The meat had been overcooked before, and it wasn't easy to find a bite that was just right.

He'd only taken two bites and had just put the duck intestines in when they called him again:

"Give me a new pot of soup, and these condiments too. Wash all the dishes."

"okay."

Sima Kunmeng had no choice but to put down the duck intestines that had just been put into the pot and go to do his work. By the time he finished washing the dishes and changed the soup base, the duck intestines had already overcooked and disintegrated.

Tears.

He took out another serving of duck intestines, quickly cooked another one, and hurriedly ate it. But no one knew that Bai Qi'an would call him again until all three of them had finished eating.

Happy (^_^)v

While inspecting the Shenyang training base, a girl who looked about 15 or 6 years old was clinging to his arm and acting coquettishly.

"Dad...didn't you say you'd take me to that guesthouse? You said there's a place with lots of little animals, and the guesthouse owner even reserved a treehouse just for you. I want to go, okay? Please?"

General Chu looked at his still innocent and naive daughter with doting eyes, thought for a moment, and said:

"It's possible, but you need to agree to three conditions."

"Okay, Dad, whatever you say, I'll agree to it."

"you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

General Chu felt a pang of sadness as he watched his daughter nod vigorously. His daughter was growing up and he couldn't keep her by his side forever.

"First, you need to find a job at the guesthouse. No matter how much you can earn, you have to work."

Secondly, I will only give you living expenses and pocket money for the first month. After that, you will need to earn your own phone bills while staying at the guesthouse.

Third, you are not allowed to say that you are my daughter. You must conceal your identity. When you go to the guesthouse, you are just an ordinary person.

"So, promise me you'll get there and I'll even pay three months' rent. I can help you bring your luggage; you can bring whatever you want. Of course, this is a one-time offer."

"Okay, I agree."

"you sure?"

"Ah."

Looking at his youngest daughter's resolute expression, General Chu smiled:

"Okay, it's my child. Go back and pack your things. Call me when you're done, and I'll put them away for you and send them all over tomorrow."

"Hey."

General Chu saw his youngest daughter respond loudly and then run out like a gust of wind.

Watching his daughter's retreating figure, General Chu nodded with great satisfaction, but why did he feel a little heartbroken?