Chapter 1038 Dumplings (Chinese) (additional updates please give me monthly tickets)

"Master's wife, I'm not a gentleman, I'm a real villain." Zhou Congwen simply told the truth, "In the hospital where I first worked, the old director has been targeting me. I just asked him for a big trouble when I went back a few days ago."

"Isn't this supposed to be? How can I repay my kindness with kindness?" The old lady looked at the water in the pot and turned flowers again, and the dumplings were tossing up and down, pouring a little cold water.

"The principle of being a human being and doing things are the same as cooking dumplings."

"..." Zhou Congwen's heart was dark.

Why doesn't the boss speak?

Why didn’t Director Deng come in and say hello to his master’s wife?

What are they doing!

Facing the boss's worldview, Zhou Congwen has long been used to it, listening with his left ear and emitting his right ear.

The boss doesn't care, he talks to himself...

But the teacher's wife is different, and she also needs to communicate from time to time... Teachers all have this temper, afraid that students will not understand.

But I really didn't want to understand!

Zhou Congwen felt that he had fallen into the bottomless abyss, his body was light and a feeling of weightlessness made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Your child is a rule and sensible person. I feel like it when I hear Lao Huang say." The old lady said with a smile, "I'll ask you Zhou Congwen, why do you need to cook dumplings?"

"The water boils."

Zhou Congwen knew about this question, and he answered honestly.

"The dumplings will be cooked when they are put in, but they can't even be half-baked inside. If they are taken out at this time, they will not be able to eat them."

"You have to keep pouring cold water to cool down before you can cook inside and outside."

"The reason for being a human is the same as cooking dumplings. Apart from being able to breathe, it is not better than dumplings."

Zhou Congwen smiled foolishly. How dare he refute what his master's wife said, even if there are countless flaws in this sentence.

"When you were in school, it was the process of making dumplings. Your boss was a person who was stuffed with stuffing. Add some meat, some vegetables, and some ingredients to it. As for rolling the dough, there were other people who made dumplings."

Zhou Congwen laughed and said this, it was easy to understand.

The boss is one of the old experts in compiling textbooks, and it is full of stuffing and fragrant.

"Entering society and entering the hospital, this is cooking dumplings." The old lady continued to say to Zhou Congwen, "Cooking oil in the fire is like flowers, but in fact, the things inside are not cooked and cannot be eaten, do you think so?"

"Master's wife, it's true." Zhou Congwen replied, "At the beginning, I always felt that I knew everything. In fact, the things I learned in school were the outermost layer of skin. I was scalded by the hot water from society, and it seemed to be cooked. But I ate it in my mouth, it was raw."

"Many doctors have come to this point. The weather is clear and the rain stops. They just think they are okay, with strange confidence."

"hey-hey."

"Once upon a time, my old Huang saw someone with some talent, so he took them home and told them about big principles and techniques. Many people came to 912 to study and had some clinical experience. But without the step of ordering water, the cooking time was long, the filling was not cooked, and the skin rotted first."

After saying that, the old lady sighed.

"They couldn't listen to anything Lao Huang said. I saw it and told Lao Huang that he didn't believe it."

"Master's wife, I'll just make myself water." Zhou Congwen immediately followed the old lady's words, "Don't worry, I will definitely not be proud and complacent. I'll pour cold water on myself, so you don't have to worry.

Besides, I have thick skin and I don’t care about any thin skin and big filling. My skin is very thick and I can’t cook it.”

"Hahaha, you young man is really interesting."

"That's it." Zhou Congwen thought to himself that he was actually the dumplings that were overnight and had already been ripe. The words of the master's wife did indeed suit the situation in her previous life.

In his last life, he held the system in his hand and was born out of nowhere. He was attracted by his own boss. He was trained for five years before he finally became a great man.

As the teacher changed his wife, the boss ordered water at least five times to lower the temperature and then rise. In this way, he finally became a national player in five years.

"It's a pity that those children have been wandering in society for a long time and it's difficult to teach you. You are different, Zhou Congwen."

"Of course I'm different. Master's wife. I'm the best in the world now, but when I come back, I'm just a man with my tail between them, and my tail is solid."

"Just just came out of school, I knew that I had matured my poetry, songs, songs, and verses, and noodles, and skins and stuffing. I felt like I was a dish."

"It's still early." Zhou Congwen added, "Many people think they are extremely awesome, because they haven't even had a hot pot in."

The old lady pointed a little cold water again and glanced at Zhou Congwen.

"Master's wife, do you think so? The school is a school. Even if you memorize all the things you learned in school, you will see them in clinical practice... and you will numb your claws when you see hemorrhagic shock."

"Besides, this is just the most basic thing. Working 5,000-6,000 hours a year, you don't even have time to deal with your partner, and you have to withstand the oppression of the old directors. If you meet a good old director, if you have the opportunity to meet the boss, then I won't say it."

"Yeah, you understand what you think." The old lady smiled.

"That's right, otherwise why wouldn't I go to award merit. I know that the richest men in Xiangjiang are so happy to award merit. They are just barons and viscounts. What's so amazing about it?"

"Why are you?" The old lady stopped indoctrinating values ​​and looked at Zhou Congwen happily. This young man is indeed wonderful, no wonder Lao Huang often praises him when he comes home.

"You just said that the fire cooking oil is full of flowers. But it is familiar to the outside but not inside. I calmed down and took five or six thousand surgeries a year, and then got the world's number one or two times, and I guess I will be familiar to you."

"With the light and dust, don't show your head too much." The old lady reminded.

"The wise man doesn't speak, and the wise man doesn't know; block it and close the door... Didn't you just say that? I've done thousands of surgeries well during the closed door." Zhou Congwen said with a smile, "You are right."

"You keep talking." The old lady was particularly interested in Zhou Congwen. She knew that Zhou Congwen was "slick" but every sentence was said to the cracks in her heart, as comfortable as drinking a cup of sour plum soup in summer.

"Let's talk about the hot water of society," Zhou Congwen controlled the rhythm in his hands and said in his heart, "Some people were willing to pass it, or passed it in a daze. But without the step of sucking water, it was ripe outside, with a chubby face, but it was actually a raw melon seed."

"Many of these raw melon seeds claim to be experts and professors, and they really can't bear to see them fall. In fact, many people become experts by relying on the messy articles they published, and they don't know how to see a doctor at all."
Chapter completed!