Chapter 544： inherited (2/2)

After a while, Jinfeng determined that there was no camera in front, and quickly caught up with Ling Ran, whispering: ”Dr. Ling, how are you?”

”Mr. Jin. Any questions?” Ling Ran was not surprised. Many family members of patients do not like the questions explained by the little doctor. Even if the answer from the superior doctor is the same, they want to hear the superior doctor say it again.

Jinfeng shook his head and laughed, ”I didn't say before, would you bring some prisoner's pickled garlic? It's really delicious. By the way, forget to ask, Dr. Ling, do you eat garlic?

”Eat is eaten, but not necessary ...”

”Doctor Ling, don't underestimate this garlic. It is really a famous product of our prison. All people have said that it is good. Some people ask us all year round.” He is also very experienced. He patted his backpack and said, ”Do n’t underestimate pickled garlic. The process is very complicated. Just think about it. Just peel the garlic, cut it into pieces, and pickle it. How much work it takes. Who can do such a job in ten years? Only prisoners can do it, right? ”

Ling Ran thought about it, but couldn't refute Jin Feng's words, he could only say, ”Our doctor can't accept gifts, especially if you say it is so expensive.”

Jin Feng patted his leg and said, ”This is the second point I said. It is not expensive. It is because it is not expensive, so we can all afford it. The working hours of prisoners are calculated by working hours, and we are not Give money. Of course, working hours are cheap, but the cost of things is so much, like pickled garlic is in short supply, we do n’t eat much ourselves. ”

”I usually don't eat pickled garlic.”

”Then you have to taste it even more.” Jinfeng's gift-giving was very experienced, and he introduced it between words, saying, ”Dr. Ling, don't underestimate our pickled garlic, peppercorns and hot peppers, which are all roots. The pickled garlic from our prison is passed down from generation to generation. For generations after generations, the chef will have to bring out his apprentices when he is out of prison. So for decades, the inheritance is not broken. Too. ”

Jin Feng raised his head proudly and said, ”What chef outside the prison does he better than anything else. For pickled garlic, Michelin must stand aside.”

Jin Feng's tone was big, and it really made a lot of sense. Ling Ran nodded and said, ”Compared to this, it's harder to find someone to pass on.”

”Right!” Jinfeng agreed, and said happily, ”So understand Long Live. To say that pickled garlic is really dirty, bitter and tired, peeling garlic all day, tired and uncomfortable cutting garlic. It ’s not easy when pickling. It ’s stinky all day long. It ’s really hard for people outside to pickle on New Year ’s Day. It ’s even harder to find an apprentice. ”

Jin Feng turned around and laughed again: ”That's what you said. The first generation is easy to say. Some people do this, and they get tired. It's too difficult to find the second generation. . Not to mention the third generation. In our prison, pickled garlic has been passed on for eight generations and placed outside, don't even think about it. ”

Seeing that Ling Ran listened in, Jinfeng smiled again: ”I brought a few pounds of garlic. It's not worth a lot of money if you taste it fresh. Is it a souvenir. Can I put it in the office for you?”

Ling Ran hesitated. This garlic sounded really delicious, but it seemed that the reception was not quite proper.

Jinfeng sent the garlic for so many years, and at a glance, I knew what was going on, and immediately laughed: ”My fault, my fault, so you worry about it, you're busy, I'll get you back.”

After speaking, before Ling Ran answered, Jin Feng turned around with a smile.

Ling Ran watched with regret that he left with the pickled garlic backpack, so he no longer had to worry about it, and turned to hepatobiliary surgery ~~ He recently passed Zhang Anmin to save in hepatobiliary surgery Patients with cholecystitis, gallbladder polyps, and gallstones will arrange to be cut away when they have time.

At the same time, Jin Feng and Zuo Cidian quickly completed the communication, hid in the stairwell without monitoring, and started an unknown transaction.

Jinfeng: ”I have eight bottles here.”

Zuo Cidian: ”Okay, I got it. Thank you.”

Jinfeng: ”I thank you, if you come to the first prison in the future, please report my Jinfeng name ... No, I mean, if there is a relative or friend ...”

”It's okay, I understand.” Zuo Cidian patted Jinfeng's shoulder.

Jinfeng was relaxed and smiled: ”Understand long live, understand long live. Actually, we don't accept you at such an age in prison, no, I mean ...”

”Let's go.” Zuo Cidian patted Jinfeng's shoulder again, and the garlic in his hand became heavy. He said: Fortunately, I didn't raise the knife when I caught the rape. Contributing.