Chapter 1749: with translation of chapter title

"You can't say that either; the mass hysteria at Capital Medical University a couple of days ago is very similar to this." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, you're talking nonsense; that matter never got a definite diagnosis. I still think your talk of mass hysteria is just a guess." Su Yun said.

"Then give me a diagnosis." Zheng Renye didn't care, holding disposable chopsticks, lightly tapping on the table.

It looked a bit like Director Pan lightly tapping his finger on the Guan Zhui Pian.

"When will the big plate chicken be served?" Xie Yiren seemed not to be listening to Zheng Ren and Su Yun at all; all her attention was on the back kitchen.

Every time the boss's wife hurriedly brought out a big plate, she thought it was meant to serve them this group of people.

Her eyes fixed on it, shining with anticipation.

It was mealtime, and this place was busy as hell.

"Eating too much makes you fat, too much fat." Su Yun said disdainfully: "In life, one should still have aspirations. I'm telling you, summer is just around the corner."

As he spoke, his interlocutor had already shifted to Chang Yue.

Chang Yue obviously wanted to eat the big plate chicken, but after Su Yun's warning, she immediately became torn.

"My body, being frail, appears overly long; even the tiniest bit of fat needed to generate pleasant warmth and sustain the fire of the spirit is lacking." Zheng Ren said.

"Huh?" Xie Yiren's hand tightened slightly.

She belonged to the type that is so thin only her chest remains, and no matter how much she eats she doesn't gain weight, completely unlike Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren hurriedly waved his hands, indicating he wasn't referring to Xiao Yi Ren. He was just casually retorting Su Yun, not expecting to cause collateral harm.

"Kafka said it, Kafka said it." Zheng Ren hurriedly explained, "Kafka is also one of those people beloved by heaven, who can eat anything and not gain weight."

Zheng Ren's defense amidst his busyness inadvertently touched Chang Yue's soft spot, earning him a white-eye.

Better not speak; where there are many women, gossip abounds. Although the Medical Team only has two women… girls, it's still enough to keep busy.

Chang Yue, this guy, gains weight just from eating a little, and still blames himself?

Zheng Ren felt Chang Yue's gaze was a bit sharp, so he casually picked up the menu placed to the side and pretended to read it.

"Boss, looking at that thing is useless; you can't see any flair." Su Yun gave a hehe laugh, piercing Zheng Ren's façade.

"Who said that." Zheng Ren said: "The menu can be turned into code as well. The Matrix, you've seen it, right? The green code is actually nothing special; it's just a sushi recipe."

"……" Su Yun truly didn't know about this, "Who did you hear it from?"

"When I was in school, a classmate of mine loved The Matrix to death, wondering whether those codes contained some secret the Wachowski brothers wanted to leave behind. So he studied them for a week and ultimately discovered it was just a sushi recipe." Zheng Ren said.

"Mm, you're still quick to learn from experience." Su Yun said: "I'm glad to see you finally have some sense in your heart, not claiming some random friend as your own. The boss randomly acknowledging friends for no reason is really awkward."

As they chatted, the boss's wife brought out two big plates of big plate chicken.

With two "bang" sounds, the plates were practically thrown onto the table.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes lit up; the rich aroma wafting from the big plate chicken made people's index fingers twitch.

"This place where they bury guta, the food tastes not bad!" the professor praised.

"There are plenty of tasty things in fly-infested eateries, it's just that they feel a bit uncomfortable." Su Yun said: "If you're willing to eat, before you return to your country, I'll take you for a stroll through the hutongs of the capital."

"By the way, is Fugui'er going back to the country?" Chang Yue asked.

"Eat, eat." Xie Yiren could no longer hold back, immediately getting ready to eat.

"Starting February 1, the Nobel Prize committees for each category will screen and review the nominated candidates, with work conditions kept strictly confidential." Su Yun spat out disdainfully: "Nowadays they're even leaking that our project has been internally decided for the Nobel Prize; this procedure is really getting less and less strict."

"It's all nonsense; how could it be internally decided?" Zheng Ren, in a carefree manner, gave Xie Yiren a piece of big plate chicken.

"You still shouldn't say that; even LED lights that illuminate wise lives can win a Nobel Prize in Physics—what does our project lack?" Su Yun said disdainfully.

"In mid-October, the names of the Nobel Prize winners for each category will be announced." Zheng Ren said: "We estimate that the surgical volume requested by Dr. Mehari can be completed by June or July, by which time Fugui'er will have to go back to do preparatory work."

"Isn't the award ceremony in December?" Chang Yue asked.

"That's the award ceremony; the winners are announced in mid-October." Su Yun said.

Speaking of the Nobel Prize, Professor Rudolf Wagner became energized, immediately patting his chest and saying: "Boss, rest assured, I will definitely not do a half-hearted job."

"It's all internally decided anyway; whether we go back or not is pointless." Su Yun laughed.

"Don't keep saying it's internally decided; others may say that, but when our Medical Team says it, it's different." Zheng Ren didn't take it seriously; all this talk of internal decisions or not is just idle people gossiping.

"It's fine, just us saying it." Su Yun said nonchalantly: "It's just a joke; why are you being so serious?"

"It's not that I'm being serious; according to a survey of a 3000-person sample, the average time women keep a secret is 47 hours and 15 minutes." Zheng Ren said, suddenly realizing he'd again said the wrong thing.

Fortunately, the big plate chicken had already arrived; Xie Yiren didn't notice what Zheng Ren and the others were saying, and was busy eating.

Lately I've been a bit full of myself, Zheng Ren began to reflect. Before even starting to eat, he'd already misspoken twice.

"Boss, your death-seeking spirit is really impressive." Su Yun, seeing Xie Yiren not paying attention, gave a hearty laugh: "Just keep going like that, and soon you'll find out who calls the shots at home."

"……"

Zheng Ren felt Su Yun was right; he indeed had gotten a bit carried away. That remark, if muttered to himself when no one was around, would have been fine, but how could he say it in front of Xiao Yi Ren?

Even speaking frankly doesn't work, this world.

Zheng Ren began to stay silent; the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made; eating was urgent.

The big plate chicken at this place is truly authentic; Feng Xu Hui and Liu Xiao Jie, sitting in the corner, were also eating happily.

Liu Xiao Jie even regained the feeling she had back in school.

However, on the table, Liu Zewei, who looked like an old professor, actually had a low status—even lower than the limping Feng Manager beside me.

Where could one go to reason about this?

Feng Xu Hui wanted to organize needing this and that, but Su Yun pressed him back, telling him to just honestly eat and not worry about things like splitting the bill.

The Medical Team's group meal—everything is paid for by the boss; that's the rule, established today.