"Don't you help Cao Yong think of a solution?" Li Xiaobing criticized her husband for not being loyal enough to his brothers.
There was a ding at the door, Huang Zhilei and Wu Lizuan arrived.
Everyone is here. At lunch time, everyone gathered around the big round table, with hot pot placed in the middle.
"Come on, come on, you're welcome." Zhu Huicang, who was responsible for adjusting the atmosphere, stood up and greeted everyone to eat on behalf of his old classmates.
Li Xiaobing gave her husband a look: Let Cao Yong cook the food for her.
Without the help of these two people, Cao Yong would have already brought a colander to help others boil the food. Junior Sister is on the thin side, please cook more meat for Junior Sister.
After chatting with Fa Xiao for a few words, Xie Wanying turned around and saw that the meat in the bowl in front of her was almost piled up into a mountain. She was frightened and said, "Brother, I've had enough. It's too much, give it to others."
"If you think it's too much, put it back into his bowl. Who asked him to put so much for you?" Li Xiaobing encouraged her.
There was deathly silence at the dinner table.
How could she treat her like this when her senior brother gave her such good intentions? Xie Wanying was embarrassed to her toes.
Huang Zhilei gasped and almost spit out a mouthful of Coke: Finally, someone who is even less capable of being a matchmaker than him has appeared.
Cao Yong was wondering, why did the IQ of his old classmate and his wife fall offline?
He can only clean up this mess by himself. Picking up the serving chopsticks, Cao Yong took out half of Junior Sister's bowl of untouched meat and gave it to himself, and asked, "What do you want to eat more?"
Xie Wanying secretly glanced at Senior Brother Cao: There was someone at the table who seemed to need more care than anyone else.
It¡¯s classmate Zhao Zhaowei. Because he is ill and cannot eat much meat, Mr. Zhao can only eat a little bit of lean meat and more vegetables.
Cao Yong glanced at his junior brother: Do you want me to say something?
Zhao Zhaowei waved his hand, "No, no, no, no, no, come to Senior Brother Cao's house for a meal, it's enough for him to brag in front of his classmates."
"You and your grandpa had a fight?" The news in the hospital could not be suppressed at all. Zhu Huicang pointed at classmate Zhao with the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Your grandpa said you are amazing."
"No. Senior Brother Zhu, it's not that I'm great, it's that my grandpa's mind is a little confused because of me." Zhao Zhaowei said.
"Is it better?"
Brother Zhao¡¯s concern made Zhao Zhaowei very happy: ¡°It¡¯s better.¡±
"Yeah." Zhu Huicang rested his chopsticks and reached out to pat Mr. Zhao on the shoulder to comfort him, "You will work hard in the future. The top priority is to cure the disease first. If you are dissatisfied, follow your senior brother Cao's style and tell Mr. Tao directly. Said."
"I know he is different from Senior Brother Cao." Zhao Zhaowei said frustrated.
"You have forgotten that your senior brother Cao studied with him back then. Don't think too much about it. How could he not help you actively treat your illness?"
"Didn't Senior Brother Cao fall out with him later?" Zhao Zhaowei accidentally revealed the secret when he retorted, scaring himself to the point of shrinking his neck.
The dinner table was quiet.
Zhao Zhaowei felt regretful in his heart. He only heard about this from his grandfather. All those familiar with the matter were tight-lipped about the specific cause. Grandpa warned him not to mention this matter in front of Cao Yong.
As two major surgical stars in the hospital, they hold important positions in two famous surgical departments in the hospital. Cao Yong and Tao Zhijie are both the pride of the eighth-year class in recent years. The two are close in age. Tao Zhijie is one year older than Cao Yong and became famous first. He must have his own ability to lead this talented junior.