Daily live broadcast became popular in ancient times

Chapter 35 Provoking trouble
  "Let's get a checkup"

The doctor was a young woman. After observing Liu Piao's facial features, she seemed to be in good condition. There were no major problems, but she looked very thin.

[People at this time are so energetic and energetic]

[Indeed, it feels like there is light in their eyes]

This cannot be judged as a disease, because at this time people only have food in their hands and may not necessarily eat enough every day.

Adults don’t have enough to eat, let alone children.

She wrote an inspection sheet and handed it to Ji Zhi, "The inspection room is on the right side of the door on the first floor. If you can't find it, ask people passing by."

"Thank you." Ji Mingan thanked the doctor. The door opened, and before the doctor could call the next one, the doctor came straight into the room with the child in his arms, regardless of the number he was holding.

【So many children】

[There must be a lot of children in pediatrics]

[I accompanied my sister to give birth a few days ago, not much]

[I may not see so many on the street]

The three sisters took Liu Piao to have his blood drawn and other tests done. The nurse asked them to come in the afternoon to get the physical examination report.

Near noon, the stomachs of hungry tigers and hungry eagles growled.

"Do you want to eat in the hospital cafeteria next to it, or go to a restaurant?" Ji Zhi asked her sisters' opinions. She had no appetite, so she could eat anywhere.

There is a big difference between the two.

Restaurants serve exquisite stir-fry dishes. Most people only order food on special occasions or when they treat guests to dinner. They usually cook in the workplace canteen or cook it themselves.

The hospital cafeteria is a big pot of rice. It has to take care of not only the meals of patients, but also the lunches of patients’ families and medical staff.

The taste is bland and cannot be compared with the cooking skills of the cooking class. It can only make people starve to death. Just a few years after the Republic of China, people did not have high requirements for food, as long as they could eat it.

People don’t come to the hospital to eat.

Ji Jiuru went to see it. Most of the canteens were vegetarian. "Sister, let's go to the restaurant." She was just growing up. After getting the live broadcast points, she never lacked meat. If she didn't eat meat, she would feel hungry and panic. Liu whoring also To supplement nutrition.

The four people walked out of the hospital with the crowd.

……

It's like a hydropower station opening its gates.

The crowds of people were dense, converging into a vast river, gushing out from the entrance of the factory. The main river route went to the factory's family dormitories, and several small tributaries led to the city.

There is a large municipal factory next to the hotel.

When the four sisters arrived at the restaurant, the factory next door happened to be getting off work. It was overcrowded and there were many cyclists. Workers with families chose to go to the canteen or go home to eat.

The wealthy ones among young people come to restaurants to eat.

The hotel is considered to be the most magnificent building in the area. I heard that experts from Heping City were invited to draw up the design draft, called Su...Lianfeng. The construction team is also the top worker in R City.

In this R city, there is a unique exotic atmosphere.

"Sister, let's sit here."

Ji Jiuru blew some air and touched the bench.

In this era, waiters have a guaranteed job, and some may have a bad temper, but like the waiters behind them, they have to work every day and pay great attention to details.

After people finish breakfast, they will clear away the tables and chairs to welcome the next group of guests for lunch.

The hotel is said to be a restaurant, but in fact it is a typical Sulian style bar, just used for eating.

The location Ji Jiuru chose was outside with an awning. She could see the factory more than ten meters away. There were several tall Russian matryoshka dolls between the road and the road. Not many people in this era had cars and were not afraid of eating a meal. Mouth car exhaust. The table is an ordinary round wooden table, the handles of the chairs are carved in Sulian style, and the chairs are covered with cloth cushions sewn with complicated patterns.

"It's beautiful. I knew I'd come here to eat before." This was the first time Ji Jiuru came to a restaurant near the hospital to eat. The two restaurants were not far apart and she had heard of them.

Now that it's here, Ji Jiuru is quite satisfied with it.

It's just that she prefers another one, which is a Tang Dynasty style hotel, elegant and luxurious.

Several men in workers' uniforms walked behind, all complimenting the man in front. They wore floral shirts on their upper bodies and bell-bottom pants on their lower bodies. They were simply the embodiment of "trend".

The young man looked at people through his nostrils and walked to his exclusive seat. When he was about to sit down, he found that someone was already there.

He coughed lightly to remind those sitting that he was coming.

"Cough...cough" Why don't you move?

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough," he said with all his strength, like he had a bad cold, making people suspect that he would cough out his lungs.

Is this person sick? Ji Jiuru guessed.

Seeing that the four sisters acted as if they hadn't heard and refused to give up their seats to him, the young man had no choice but to run to the side and sit down. He was originally very proud and had a bad look on his face, and sat there silently.

"Brother Zhang is worthy of being Factory Director Zhang's son. His son is like his father. Please invite us here for dinner."

The leader of the workers shouted, and they all praised the young man sitting on top. Before the food was served, the basket of good words was already served.

"low profile……"

After hearing the good words and seeing that they really couldn't hold back any new ones, he said slowly: "Now that everyone is equal, how can there be any young master?".

Shaking his head like a student from the old days.

The young man raised his hand to signal them to listen carefully to what he said: "Please call me comrade from now on."

Comrade? I think you are a loser!
  He imitated his father's usual speaking style in public, squinted his face, and seriously criticized the workers who had just praised him, "We are the first factory in the city, and we must pay more attention to ideological work."

If you really shout like that, you won't be happy.

The workers looked at each other without objection and followed him:

"Comrade Zhang is enlightened, we admire him, admire him." He is exactly the same as his father, Mr. Zhang.

As long as you can treat me, it doesn't matter whose son you are.

"What do you want to eat? I'll treat you!" Zhang San was finally satisfied and asked them to sit down and called the waiter.

"Let's order." He looked at the menu on the wall.

The workers were already hungry after working all morning, so they decided to order all the big fish and meat later and kill him severely. This would not only fill their own stomachs, but also save food money for their families.

The waiter originally wanted to talk to Ji Jiuru, but his clothes were tugged by Zhang San. He didn't want to pay attention to him, and continued to remember the four sisters' orders, "What do you want to eat?" First come, first served.

"Beautiful sister, I want to eat braised pork." Ji Jiuru said sweetly, "Do you have any more? If not, other meat will do."

When the waiter called the beauty, "Haha, of course," she covered her mouth and smiled shyly, feeling happy in her heart.

The table he usually used was taken away from him today, but now the waiter deliberately ignored him and became angry.

Zhang San hit the table hard with his hand, but the table didn't bother to pay attention to him, and there was no movement at all.

"You are so deaf! Didn't you hear me calling you to order?!" He had no choice but to stand up and roar, scolding the waiter for letting go.

If he had known better, he would have pressed harder, his hand hurt so much.

Solid wood table: scratching the itch?
  (End of this chapter)