Hearing the sound of people going downstairs, the fat man poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "Doctor, please sit down for a while. The meal will be ready soon."

Jiang Cheng gave a vague "hmm" and walked to the sofa to sit down. The experience of last night was sometimes clear and sometimes broken in his mind, giving him a faint headache.

He raised his head and realized that the office seemed to have been renovated.

One side of the shelf where patient records were stored was already showing signs of collapse, so Jiang Chengtu simply wrapped it with wide tape to deal with the problem.

Now the tape has been cleaned, two long nails have been nailed into the broken position for fixation, and the rust on the metal plywood of the shelf has also been removed.

The messy wires on the walls and overhead are also carefully separated and clearly fixed where they belong.

A folding ladder was folded up and leaned against the wall. Probably out of fear of staining the wall, a piece of paper was stuffed in the middle for cushioning.

A piece of old newspaper was thrown on the floor of the desk. On the newspaper were a hammer, a pair of blunt-edged scissors, a roll of black insulating tape, and metal nails of different types.

It seems that this is the source of the jingling sound in the early morning.

"Doctor," the fat man's voice in the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of running water, seemed very lively, "Do you like spicy food? I made braised pork ribs."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng replied in a loud voice, "but you have to be careful to use less. I have been prone to acne during my recent puberty."

The fat man's movements obviously paused, but soon returned to normal.

Jiang Cheng was leaning on the sofa, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. After taking it out and taking a look, he swiped his finger to the right to answer the call.

"Dr. Jiang," a man's voice came from the other side of the phone. He sounded very young, "Are you in the studio now?"

"exist."

"Then I'll go over now," the man said happily, "I'll be nearby, in about half an hour."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng nodded and then hung up the phone.

The fat man happened to come out with the pot. The edge of the pot was very hot, so he wrapped the edge of the pot with a paper towel soaked in water.

Even so, he walked over quickly and couldn't help but retract his hand immediately after putting the pot down. A few thick fingers were slightly red.

Realizing that Jiang Cheng was looking at him, the fat man sheepishly laughed "hehe" a few times and said that he couldn't find anything like a basin, so he had to settle for now.

"There are rags in the kitchen," Jiang Cheng said suddenly.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to realize what he said was that his finger was burned. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a little moved, and said with tears in his eyes: "Doctor, thank you..."

But I didn't expect...

Jiang Cheng stared at the tissue he had used, curled his lips and said, "Toilet paper is free, and you use so much at one time."

"..."

Even so, the fat man's cooking skills were indeed impeccable. Jiang Cheng ate most of the pot of ribs and two large bowls of rice by himself.

If the fat man hadn't quickly snatched the last piece of ribs with his quick eyesight, he might not even know what the food he cooked tasted like.

"How is it?" The fat man looked at Jiang Cheng expectantly, "Doctor, my craftsmanship is not bad, I learned it from the chef of Zuixian Tower, and I was his apprentice."

Jiang Cheng put down the bowl, took out a paper towel and wiped the oil stains from the braised pork ribs at the corner of his mouth, "Generally," he hiccupped abruptly, and continued after calming down: "But I think after all you have been busy for so long, I don't want to eat more.

I’m not afraid that you’ll feel bad about it.”

The light in the fat man's eyes dissipated little by little, like a child who didn't wait for the praise from an adult.

He silently put away the pots and dishes and returned to the kitchen.

The sound of water flow is not as cheerful as it was at the beginning, and it has a long and complicated tone.

Jiang Cheng looked at the tabletop in front of him that was so polished that it could almost reflect a human figure, and suddenly said: "Fat man?"

The sounds in the kitchen were stagnant, and after a while, the fat man's voice came out, "Doctor, did you call me?"

"I have a client coming over later," Jiang Cheng's voice was extremely calm, with a hint of doubt, "so I need you..."

The fat man took a breath and replied after 10 seconds: "I understand, I will leave after cleaning up." He paused, "Anyway, I want to thank you, doctor, for helping me in my nightmare."

Not long after, the fat man wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen. Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa and opened his eyes when he saw the fat man walking over.

The fat man took the work coat hanging on the hanger and put it on again. Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something more, he was suddenly interrupted by Jiang Cheng. He said slowly: "There is a big supermarket nearby with a complete range of ingredients. The most important thing is

It’s cheap.”

The fat man frowned in confusion, as if he couldn't understand the man in front of him.

"I'm going to have braised pork ribs tonight," Jiang Cheng said confidently, "because stewing takes more time, so I need you to go back quickly."

The confusion on the fat man's face was gradually replaced by excitement, and he repeatedly agreed: "Don't worry, doctor."

After a while, the fat man disappeared in front of Jiang Cheng like a gust of wind. Jiang Cheng stood up, walked to the case shelf, ran his fingers through the cases on it, and quickly took out one.

The name Hu Yan is written on the cover of the case.

Opening the case file, it records Hu Yan's performance here in relatively detail. It even records Hu Yan's movements of shaking her legs and her eyes looking in a certain direction many times during the communication, showing she was extremely vigilant.

The direction she was looking was where the door was.

Hu Yan disappeared behind a door in her dream, and according to her, her sister also disappeared. This is the same as Jiang Cheng's experience, but it is also different.

At least Hu Yan and her sister were able to convey the news about dreaming about a door. Her sister told Hu Yan on the phone, and Hu Yan told Jiang Cheng face to face, which means that they had no idea behind the door in their dream.

Enter that door immediately.

But Jiangcheng is different, and so is Fatty. They entered a nightmare world the next second they dreamed of being behind the door.

When there was a knock on the door, Jiang Cheng was sitting at his desk. He was flipping through another case in his hand and said without raising his head: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open and a very young man came in.

A complete Armani suit, tortoiseshell-framed glasses, a shirt with a gold-plated collar, a blue and white striped tie, and a pair of brown leather shoes making a brisk "dong-dong" sound when they hit the old floor.

It is filled with the Florentine style of Italian handmade leather shoes.

"Dr. Jiang," the young man with his own aura ruined everything with his smile. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. His hair was parted in the middle, just like the leading party in the Anti-Japanese War movie.

He bowed his waist slightly, with flattery written all over his face.

Jiang Cheng slowly put down the case in his hand, then raised his head and glanced at him, "Pi Ruan, is this about your girlfriend?"
Chapter completed!