Yang Heyu sat on a small low stool that could only accommodate the lower half of his buttocks, surrounded by people who were not afraid of burning their hands, holding bowls of rice noodles. He naturally raised his head and glanced at the store signboard with a gap - "Yunnan Rice Noodles". Jin Jiaojiao waved her hands in front of his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry! I won't cheat you! "
"The boss who uses this name as the name of the store is either really unexpected or really casual."
"Cut," Jin Jiaojiao took out a tissue, wiped the chopsticks and handed it to him, saying, "I'm not as professional as you in researching ingredients, and you are not as professional as I in researching processed products of ingredients! Don't worry, it's clean and delicious." .¡±
During the conversation, the clerk called out the number, and Yang Heyu quickly stood up to pick it up.
There was no table, and the two of them ate hot bowls like everyone else.
The appearance of Jin Jiaojiao and the surrounding diners raised Yang Heyu's psychological expectations imperceptibly. Although the taste was not bad, Yang Heyu did not appear extremely impulsive.
The enthusiastic Jin Jiaojiao was hit. She said dissatisfiedly: "Yang Heyu, the desire to talk is the basic desire of human beings. Why don't you even have a basic desire? Anything delicious is a waste in your mouth."
"I'm not that particular about what I eat, as long as I can eat enough." Yang Heyu took a sip of the soup and said, "After my mother passed away, I never ate anything amazing. And my lady cook Art is really mediocre, comparing the two, lowering expectations of food tastes may be a self-protection mechanism.¡±
Although her parents are still alive, Jin Jiaojiao claims to have good empathy skills, and her thoughts on Yang Heyu are far from being simple as friends. So Yang Heyu's understatement, but she tasted sadness from it, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.
She said: "Are you happy to be back in Tsurumu? By the way, how is your health? I didn't even see him this time."
"It's not good," Yang Heyu said in a low voice, "Have you heard of Alzheimer's disease? Generally, we call it Alzheimer's disease. I, Apo, also have this disease. It has been two years and I am not in good condition." , although taking medicine, but forgetting more and more things."
When Jin Jiaojiao heard this, she immediately put the bowl on the ground indifferently.
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
Only then did Yang Heyu remember that Jin Jiaojiao seemed to have mentioned that her mother is a doctor, so he quickly confirmed, "Is your mother a doctor?"
"Yes!" Jin Jiaojiao nodded heavily, but she said again: "Although she is a surgeon, I can ask her to find some experts for you to see. By the way, have you taken Apo to see a doctor? "
"I went to Chengdu to see it."
"Chengdu is too far away, why don't you just go to Kunming for treatment! It's better to travel from He to Kunming than to go to Chengdu." Jin Jiaojiao said, "I'll help you get in touch, and I'll let you know if I have any news!"
"Thank you so much! I'll go back and fax you his inspection report and the medicine he's been taking." Yang Heyu followed her example by putting the bowl on the ground, took out a pen and notebook, and asked, "Can you A fax number?"
Jin Jiaojiao originally thought that Yang Heyu would definitely resign, and she disliked her for being nosy.
She was very surprised by his positive reaction, but at the same time, she was very happy to know that Yang Heyu had another concern in her heart.
"I'll write to you." Jin Jiaojiao seriously wrote down the number of the fax machine closest to her workplace in Yang Heyu's notebook. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com