Chapter 1273: with translation of chapter title

Yiren, don't cook at home tonight, it's such a hassle—how about we go out for beef noodle soup? Zheng Ren said after getting in the car.

For him, eating is secondary.

For a meal, Xiao Yi Ren bustled about for two hours, and Zheng Ren felt tired just watching.

"How can that be? You've been busy all day." Xiao Yi Ren stared ahead, focused, and casually dismissed Zheng Ren's suggestion.

"Boss, cooking is also fun." Su Yun laughed and said, "Yiren, what should we eat tonight?"

"I don't know; it seems we have no ingredients at home." Xie Yiren also looked troubled.

These past two days, to welcome Doctor Mehari, related departments have been especially troublesome with leave requests. Xiao Yi Ren couldn't leave early either, waiting at the hospital to see if there was anything she could help with.

Even if Doctor Mehari again wants to watch Zheng Ren's surgery, it wouldn't be so frantic.

"Hmm, what do you want to eat? I'll ask Manager Song to send over some ingredients." Zheng Ren said somewhat reluctantly.

At this time, after getting off work and going home, cooking and eating would push it to past 8 o'clock.

"Let me think." As soon as food was mentioned, Xie Yiren's eyes lit up.

"Or we could just order hot pot." Su Yun suggested, "I got a good bottle of wine from Zhao Yunlong a few days ago; we could..."

"Takeout hot pot always feels lacking in flavor." Xie Yiren said, "Without the bustle of a hot pot restaurant, even the tripe feels soulless."

That… Zheng Ren didn't dare agree.

However, the will to survive was so strong that the nascent sprout of doubt was uprooted by Zheng Ren before it could grow.

Xiao Yi Ren was right!

Hot pot is originally one of the most down-to-earth eating customs; without the noise and bustle, it simply isn't traditional.

"Let's have Japanese food—it's the simplest. Red shrimp, botan shrimp—what would you like?" Xiao Yi Ren asked.

"Can you make sushi?"

"We can get takeout, like foie gras sushi, and make it later. I want one serving of Canadian salmon belly and one serving of freshwater salmon." Xie Yiren said.

"……" Su Yun was speechless, paused, then asked doubtfully, "Why would we want farmed freshwater salmon?"

"Just a little; I've never compared them, so I don't know the difference." Xie Yiren laughed and said, "It's said that one-third of the deep-sea salmon on the market is actually farmed freshwater."

"That's said, but I suspect there's some exaggeration—at least two-thirds, or maybe 90%, are farmed freshwater." Su Yun said.

"Why not try it? Without a comparison, who knows what's really going on? You two should be scientists—be rigorous, don't just guess." Xie Yiren said.

Su Yun smiled helplessly, seeing Zheng Ren meticulously note down Xiao Yi Ren's ingredients on his phone, realizing his boss had no defenses whatsoever in front of Yiren.

Soon, Xiao Yi Ren listed over ten ingredients; Zheng Ren picked up his phone and casually dialed a number.

Seeing the way his fingers pressed the phone, Su Yun knew he was calling the boss of Tang Song Restaurant, Song Ying.

"Manager Song, are you busy?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yeah, I want to get some ingredients tonight."

"Sure, I'll send you a WeChat message. No rush—we still have a while before we get home."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up and started composing a WeChat message.

"Boss, you summon Song Ying so often—how are you so practiced?" Su Yun asked with a laugh.

"It's just some ingredients; no need to be polite." Zheng Ren said, "I always feel we have some fate with him—just got back from Rongcheng, and we bump into each other even over skewers."

"Having fate with a big old guy, Boss, when did you turn?"

"Cut the nonsense, want to eat?" Zheng Ren said, "Manager Song said he just got some caviar; he'll send it over soon."

"Put it on the company's account—don't even think about making me spend a cent."

"You're stingy, right—have you paid the tuition for those studying with Doctor Mehari?"

"Paid. Using your words, I'm so stingy—could I even let them owe us money?" Su Yun said expressionlessly.

"Good." Zheng Ren smiled, "The prosthetic matter—has Uncle Ning pushed it forward as well?"

Su Yun's heart twitched, his eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Xie Yiren through the black hair on his forehead.

Xie Yiren was concentrating on driving, completely unaware of Zheng Ren's mention of 'Uncle Ning'.

He probably was just thinking about how to make foie gras sushi; Su Yun sighed, these two are really pure and simple.

Everything's arranged; reportedly the first batch of prosthetics will arrive in Rongcheng soon." Su Yun continued sighing, weakly saying, "Rongcheng has a large database built together by Uncle Ning, the Provincial Hospital, and Huaxi.

As he spoke, he emphasized the words 'Uncle Ning' a bit more, trying to catch Xie Yiren's attention. But faced with the imminent delicious noodles, Su Yun failed.

Forget it—whatever steps the future takes, it's none of my business.

"Hmm, that's fine." Zheng Ren smiled lightly.

"Yiren, you wouldn't really want to eat freshwater salmon, would you?" Su Yun found talking to Zheng Ren boring and also worried about parasites, so he asked Xie Yiren.

"Definitely not—I just want to compare the two so I don't buy fake salmon later." Xie Yiren laughed, "You're just saying that, yet you actually believe it—does your IQ need a top-up?"

"Yiren, you've learned bad habits from the boss."

"Tch, you're just thinking about drinking." Xie Yiren said, "That whole thing was on TV recently, and the Chinese Academy of Sciences even issued a statement saying there's no branch there."

"Hmm, what you said is indeed correct—being careful is necessary."

【They said to quickly write a love song for refined and popular tastes…】 Zheng Ren's phone rang.

Zheng Ren had already accepted the new ringtone at the fastest speed; he picked up his phone and answered.

"Sister Lin, what's up?"

"Oh, no need to be polite—just have them go get proper treatment."

"No, no, we've got the ingredients; we're going home to cook."

"Alright, I'll hang up."

"Boss, what did Sister Lin want?" Su Yun asked.

"It's not that the child was diagnosed; it's pulmonary hemosiderin deposition disease, and they want to come over to express thanks." Zheng Ren said.

"Pulmonary hemosiderin deposition disease?" Chang Yue went straight upstairs that day, not knowing what had happened.

"Yeah, your IQ, being able to read this name smoothly, I'm quite surprised." Su Yun said lazily.

"How did you get it?"

"Boss said it's from drinking milk."

"……" Chang Yue was speechless, can the diagnosis still be given like this? Isn't it too hasty?