Feelings are just pediatrics

Chapter 1

Slender fingers fluttered on the 88 black and white keys, and the brisk notes from Beethoven poured down like mercury. At the end of the song, the piano teacher Dong Jieying couldn't help applauding, and said with a chuckle, "You are really the most gifted student I have ever seen."

"Adult students." Si Jing sat in front of the piano, raised her hand to smooth her bangs on her forehead, and added with a warm smile.

Teacher Dong nodded and couldn't help sighing: "Why didn't your parents think of sending you to learn piano when you were young?"

"It's all due to ballet." Sijing smiled again, this time with a bit of naughtiness, and explained softly: "I'm too bad at studying, and I'm good at outdoor sports, so my parents thought I didn't have any artistic talent. "

The teacher nodded clearly, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Speaking of art, are you interested in participating in film production?"

"Movie?" Si Jing was full of doubts.

"I have a movie friend in Hong Kong. He is planning to shoot a movie about a doctor who becomes a chef. He said that the leading actress is a superstar, but she asked for a doctor and a chef to watch. I suddenly thought Thank you." Mr. Dong enthusiastically introduced the film and television works of his friends.

Si Jing smiled and listened to her, and then said: "We can arrange a meeting, the most important thing is whether the actor thinks it is suitable, I am just a homeless person."

"Then let me tell him!" Teacher Dong was very excited and was about to start making a phone call. Sijing looked up at the clock on the wall, stood up and packed his backpack, and said hello to the teacher before leaving the music classroom.

I came down from the second floor wearing flip-flop sandals, turned right after going out, and walked forward, and soon came to the British-style double-storey area built in the colonial period.

These houses, which have been listed as protected buildings by the state, are uniformly painted with neat white paint, dusted with light pink square windows, simple yet beautiful.

Sijing slowly looked at the different decorations of each row house with appreciative eyes, thinking that when he was getting old, maybe these pre-war buildings could become world heritage.

Time allows everything to settle, thick accumulation and thin hair.

Strolling leisurely to the entrance of Haji Lane, tourists in twos and threes braved the scorching sun at noon and waited in turn to take photos with the iconic colorful murals. Leave your most beautiful side in it.

After watching the beauties, I walked forward through three rows of double-storey shophouses and came to a small restaurant with warm decoration.As soon as she stretched out her hand to open the door, someone inside said to her softly, "Boss, are you here?"

Si Jing smiled at Wang Zi, the almighty front desk + waiter + restaurant manager, and asked softly, "What ingredients came today?"

"We got the fresh duck imported from Malaysia. Jeremy was so happy that he was going crazy, and he kept speaking French." Wang Zi replied with a smile, and used his back to help Sijing open the heavy carved wooden door leading to the kitchen. Sijing saw the rose in front of Jeremy at a glance. The pile of wood has become a hill, and he is carefully counting the number of wood.

Probably guessing what he was going to do, Sijing slowly approached him, stood beside him and asked softly: "Do I need to get you some of the best oranges?"

Seeing the boss coming, Jeremy smiled and said, "I don't need you, I've already sent someone to look for it!"

Smiling at each other, Sijing couldn't help reminding before leaving: "Remember not to exceed the budget, the future will be long."

Jeremy nodded happily, and went to work on his own.

This is a restaurant that Sijing took over through a friend’s introduction after returning to China. Chef Jeremy is an African-American immigrant adopted by a French white couple. He is a very talented chef, but his character is not suitable for working in a large restaurant group or famous The reason why he works in the kitchen and restaurant is because he knows nothing about financial matters. He often cooks amazing delicious food, only to find out that he has lost money after counting.

After Sijing ate his dishes for the first time, she was astonished and took over the restaurant after deliberation, but there were three conditions.

First of all, the goal of a restaurant is not to make a lot of money, but also not to lose money. What Jeremy needs to do is to earn enough to feed five people, including himself, three chefs, a bartender and a manager for two months. Bonus, two team trips abroad to try dishes + training + travel, and money for everyone’s birthday party.

Second, he can't be too stubborn, and must listen to the advice of his boss and manager in due course.

Third, he must accept Si Jing as his apprentice.

Such a business policy made Jeremy very comfortable. With the team's consent, they turned to high-end catering, focusing on private dishes without menus. In this land where people are willing to spend money on delicious food, soon, the innovative chef Yi was recommended by many foodies and even got a star a month ago, which was unexpected for them.

What Jeremy didn't expect was that Sijing was very serious about the third point. After she put on the apron, she would show the spirit of performing surgery. Jeremy was very surprised by her skillful hands. In many cases, Sijing's understanding of texture even surpassed him.

And the superb knife skills. Sometimes Jeremy will ask Sijing for advice. What surprised him the most is that Sijing can shred tofu without breaking or breaking. For a long time, he always thought that it was unique to Chinese chefs. Cheats.

In return for teaching cooking skills, Sijing will ask Hongyu to take them to experience Singapore's folk cuisine. Jeremy wants to learn it after eating delicious food, but he is very tall and strong like a black bear. Standing in front of the stall owner scares people every time, and Sijing and Hongyu always cover their mouths and laugh unkindly behind them.

After getting along for half a year, he finally learned from Hongyu that Sijing used to be a surgeon.

So why not now?

He asked Sijing directly, and Sijing smiled and said, "I'm still a doctor, but I don't do surgeries anymore."

The so-called doctor is that every Monday when the restaurant is off, Sijing will go to the gynecology clinic opened by Meijuan for consultation, which is of a charitable nature. Said it was Dean Luo.

As Sijing thought, Dr. Luo Meijuan and Dr. Zhuang Tingyu are actually a destined couple. With the strong financial support of the Zhuang family, Tingyu acquired the shares of a private medical group in Singapore and became the major shareholder. The position of the chairman, and the dean, of course belongs to Dr. Luo who has become the attending doctor.

Dealing with terms such as capital, financial and profit every day seriously hurt Dr. Luo's heart, so when she heard that Dr. Lin returned to China, she immediately visited Dr. Lin, with lawyers, personnel and financial teams standing behind her.

In the afternoon of heavy rain, with lightning and thunder outside the house, Sijing and Meijuan's team sat face to face in the study, asking Dean Luo and his subordinates to explain in detail the beautiful blueprint in their minds.

Sijing listened attentively. Meijuan was going to open her own semi-charitable gynecology clinic, and she hoped that Sijing could participate in it.

Seeing that Sijing was a little hesitant, Meijuan asked the team to leave first, and acted with emotion and reason. After Sijing thought about it, she felt that asking a doctor was still within her range, so she agreed.

Dr. Luo was overjoyed, and went to the bathroom happily. He glanced at the wall clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to 03:30. It was time for Nanyang to drink afternoon tea. Gaye sauce, pick up the white bread with beautiful toasted lines from the hot grill, and make the butter kaya toast that Meijuan likes.

I brought the delicious food to the living room on a tray, made a pot of hot and smoky Ceylon tea, and chatted with Meijuan about the rain scene outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.Meijuan took a big bite of the crispy baked bread, and the frozen butter inside quickly melted in the residual temperature of the bread, which brought a silky taste to the rich kaya sauce. Only a few clicks were heard, and the bread was crushed. Dean Luo ate everything and wiped it all away, and didn't leave any for Sijing.

Sijing didn't care, and gently helped her add condensed milk to the teacup. If she remembered correctly, Meijuan likes to drink milk tea, and the taste is sweet.

Accepting the hot tea silently, Meijuan was thinking about whether Sijing would agree to another matter if she asked.

Dr. Luo hoped that Sijing could also provide semi-charitable pediatric services, but Sijing refused without saying a word.

It is almost never seen that Sijing rejects others so decisively, which shows how much Sijing resists getting involved with pediatrics. Meijuan looked at her solemnly and said, "You can't do it if you go on like this."

Sijing rubbed his forehead and smiled helplessly, turned his head to look at the lightning and thunder outside the window, a silver lightning flashed across the sky like a giant dragon, he was distracted after watching it for a long time before softly saying: "This is the only way out of the way."

"You are one of the best pediatricians in the world. You are not working anymore. Have you considered God's feelings?" Meijuan asked Sijing very seriously.

Sijing looked at her in astonishment, and Meijuan said as a matter of course, "When you are absent from work, God has to be busy picking up the child to go to heaven."

"That's not wrong." Sijing nodded in agreement, stood up and walked to the window, his eyes turned to the distance, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his voice trembling slightly, said: "He shouldn't have connected my daughter , I'm still mad at him."

Both of them sighed, and after a long silence, Meijuan asked, "Did Kaixuan not say anything when you came back like this?"

Sijing turned around in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, raised her empty left hand: "She doesn't need to say anything, we're already divorced."

Meijuan looked at her silently, with deep intolerance in her eyes, and she asked only to confirm what she thought in her heart. When she first saw Sijing, she noticed the empty ring finger that no longer wore a ring.

"Kaixuan mentioned it? She just gave up on her ten-year relationship like this?" Meijuan asked softly, with an unbelievable tone in her tone. It is obvious to all that Kaixuan loves Sijing so much after being together for so many years.

"No." Sijing turned around again. She didn't want Meijuan to see the moisture in her eyes. She controlled it for a while, and after making sure her voice was no longer trembling, she said, "Only by divorce can she be relieved."

"It was an accident." Meijuan seriously corrected, "You are all victims..."

"You won't understand." Sijing interrupted anxiously, his expression was dull and cold due to confusion, and he recovered after a while, whispering: "You haven't lost it, so you don't understand."

"Because of Xuyan, you have to cheer up!" Meijuan seemed to hate iron for being weak, and expressed her opinion loudly: "Little Xuyan would not want her mothers to become like this!"

Everyone persuaded her in this way, but what Sijing thought was that we would never know what Xu Yan would think.

That little girl who looks a lot like Kaixuan, the lump of meat that fell out of Sijing's stomach.

She likes to hug her mother's neck, raise her fair face, blink her big watery eyes, and say in a childish voice, "Mom, I love you, give me a kiss."

A resounding kiss on the cheek, at which point Kaixuan would interject, "Then you don't love me?"

"Of course I love you too." Then she stretched her short body and climbed onto the other mother's body, giving her a kiss as well.

Sijing and Kaixuan would kiss their daughter on the cheek at the same time, and said softly, "Mom loves Xuyan too."

Such a child will be gone if he says he is gone.

The author has something to say: Open text = open abuse, I didn’t expect Chapter 1 to run away with the lid on, the little cutie who wants to kill me is welcome to use points and flowers to attack from a distance~~