A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 39 Dean Shen's Thoughts

Lin Sanqi felt relieved when he saw that the neighbors in the yard went home cursing.

He actually did it on purpose to publicly stir-fry rice noodles in the yard today, just to establish himself as a prodigal son.

As a time traveler, he had stored up a lot of food from modern society. These foods definitely stood out in 59 when everyone was starving.

The key is that he will definitely take out these foods and share them with his parents, family and friends of 59 years old in the future.

Therefore, he must establish the persona of a prodigal son early on, so that when he is enjoying a good life in the future, at most people will call him a prodigal son, and no one will suspect anything else.

If you have to hide in the toilet to eat something delicious, or eat it alone, you might as well travel to the fairy world instead of traveling through the city.

In the main hall of the Lin family, Lin Kucan and Dean Shen each had a plate of roasted rice noodles in front of them, and they were eating happily.

Lin Sanqi stood aside, holding a bottle of Shaoxing rice wine collected by his father, which he filled from time to time.

Dean Shen didn't care that he was the dean of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He was now using chopsticks to stuff handfuls of rice noodles into his mouth like a whirlwind.

What flashed through Lin Sanqi's mind was the road sweeper, sweeping a large area...

According to Dean Shen, who comes from a large Jiangnan family, he should chew his food slowly and thoroughly, and never make slurping sounds with his mouth, otherwise it would be considered uncultured.

But Dean Shen was really too hungry, his stomach was really empty, or he was really crying because of greed.

So I didn't care about being graceful anymore and just ate first. I ate so deliciously that I kept smacking my lips and humming from time to time.

The last plate of fried rice noodles was finished in less than 2 minutes.

It was not enough to just finish it, so Dean Shen picked up the plate, stuck out his tongue and started licking it, until the plate was as shiny as a new one.

Then he put the plate down with a reluctant look on his face and used his tongue to lick the oil stains on the edges of his lips. Then he took a sip of the rice wine in the cup and let out an "ah" sound.

Obviously it is gorgeous.

Father Lin was not much better off. He had worked in the north for 10 years and this was the first time he had tasted the delicacies from his hometown.

He is a professional and knows that this is the authentic way to stir-fry wet rice noodles. The rice noodles and kale used are all authentic, so he wiped away tears after taking a bite.

Lin Sanqi thought: I'm afraid the old man didn't volunteer to come to the north to work?

However, his willingness to come to the north to work was actually a blessing in disguise. After all, he turned from darkness to light during the liberation, responded to the government's call, actively built the motherland, and enjoyed special care for talents.

After a few years, he would not suffer too much. After all, he is now a proletarian and has completely cut off ties with the past.

Don’t talk about yellow croaker, as they are hidden secretly. On the surface, the old man still eats cornmeal, and apart from a higher salary, he doesn’t have any other special treatment.

After the two old men had finished eating, Dean Shen couldn't just leave with a smack in the face.

The old man was very smart. He had figured out that the youngest son of the Lin family had not been idle in the 10 years since he went missing. He probably had not been begging on the streets. He must have made friends with all kinds of people in the world and must be quite capable.

Otherwise, in this era when everyone was hungry and 50 kilograms of coarse grains were enough to marry a wife, how could he easily get 100 kilograms of rice as a gift?

I was able to make this kind of southern rice noodles and beef today and used up all the oil at home, just to show off my cooking skills?
This person is the typical one who doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Either he has been living a life of luxury since childhood, or he really can't afford a few small things. He is definitely a capable person with connections.

So, people in the South are very smart and can analyze things that others cannot discover.

Dean Shen had long discovered that the weather across the country was unusual this year, and that grain production had fallen sharply. He estimated that starvation was inevitable in the next few years, so he secretly decided to get along well with Lin Sanqi. This kind of capable person could help provide supplies and save lives at critical moments.

As for whether or not to provide additional care at the workplace, one thing is certain: as long as it does not violate the law or discipline, President Shen is willing to provide care within the scope of his authority.

Thinking of this, Dean Shen looked at Lin Sanqi with a softer look:
"Xiao Lin, today I, an old man, have to thank you. It's been a long time since I've had such a good meal. Well, since I have nothing to do tonight, I'll tell you about our Chinese medicine hospital so that you can start working earlier."

Lin Sanqi quickly bowed slightly: "Okay, thank you very much, Dean Shen."

Dean Shen pretended to be dissatisfied and blamed:

"Why are you making trouble and still calling me Dean Shen? From now on, I'll call you by your title when you're at work, and call you uncle when you're at home."

Lin Kucan was a little puzzled. Why was the dean so polite to his boy? If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't think about it. It was all good anyway.

While the three men were chatting in the main room, in the east room, Lin Gancao's room.

Lin Jiageng was happily eating fried rice noodles and exclaimed as he ate:
"Grandma, Dad, the rice noodles in our hometown are really delicious. They are the most delicious snack in the world, even better than sesame cakes."

Jin Caifeng touched her eldest grandson's head and swallowed quietly. The old lady gave her portion of fried rice noodles to her eldest grandson.

Lin Sanqi's family in 2023 only has four people, so there is only four servings prepared in the refrigerator, and at most he can fry four plates of rice noodles.

Now Lin Kucan had one plate and Dean Shen had one plate, and the remaining two plates were given to the eldest family for Jin Caifeng and to the second family for Lin Sanqi, so that everything was fair.

Lin Gancao felt a little strange, thinking that his mother doted on him too much, so he reminded her:
"Mom, Qizi bought 10 fried dough sticks, 10 sesame cakes, and 10 fried dough sticks this morning. How can he and his two children finish all these things? The key is how much food coupons and money it will cost. So you can't give him too much money in the future, lest he spends money without moderation."

There is no other restaurant in the whole city that sells so much breakfast so early in the morning. No wonder Lin Gancao feels distressed.

Jin Caifeng felt a little wronged:

"It's not my fault. I forgot to give your brother pocket money. I don't know where he got the money. Not to mention this morning, even the rice noodles that Jiageng was eating were also obtained by him. It has nothing to do with me and your father."

"It's not the money you and your father gave? That's strange. How come Qizi is so well-off?"

Jin Caifeng waved her hand and said softly:

"Qizi used to get acquainted with people in the black market when he was wandering outside. I guess he is from here. You must keep this a secret. When Qizi starts working, he will naturally cut off contact with that group of people."

Lin Gancao and Fu Muxiang nodded slightly after hearing this.

In fact, even if they wanted to control it, there was nothing they could do. Now the three brothers have actually separated and no one can control anyone else.

However, the Lin family in the west room were much more heartless. The fried rice noodles brought by Lin Sanqi were divided into three parts. Lin Duzhong and Pei Xuehua did not miss out on the delicious food and ate it with gusto.

Pei Xuehua ate while she blamed him:

"This Qizai is really something. He used up all the oil in the house just to fry rice noodles. We have a quarter of it. It's ok for him to use his share, but why did he use ours as well? What a joke!"

Lin Duzhong recalled the delicious food memories of his childhood and finally said something honest:

"Alright, alright, don't think about the oil. Isn't this plate of fried rice noodles worth the oil? Eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Bullshit, there's so much oil, it would be delicious even if it's frozen, not to mention cold!"

(End of this chapter)