At noon, the air pressure in the institute's cafeteria was a little low.

The second master of the great god who had disappeared for a long time finally started to work, and at this moment he was holding a dinner plate, standing at the rice bowl with a cold face, and he didn't move for a long time.

With the second master as the center of the circle, there was a cool air all around, and the second master's deputy Sha Baitian was bolder, and he had the courage to ask the second master.

"Second master, are you not used to eating?"

"Hmm."

Li Shaofeng barely managed to get a little food, the institute pays attention to nutritional matching, and the food is very good, but he just can't eat it.

The white porridge she made can be eaten even if it is mushy, and no matter how good the outside is, it will lose some taste after all.

When the director came over, he saw Li Shaofeng sitting upright, and there was only a little thing in the lunch box in front of him.

couldn't help but think of the rumor outside, and the director walked towards Li Shaofeng with a hard head.

"Shao Feng, this, are you still adaptable?"

"It's fine."

"Inside, the food in this canteen... You..."The director looked at Li Shaofeng's lunch box, and then looked at Li Shaofeng with a black face, and stopped talking.

I couldn't help but think of what his wife had told him mysteriously before he came.

"Director, you have something to say." Li Shaofeng put down his chopsticks and looked at him, and the director was sweating when he was watched.

"That, that..."The big intestine, but how to open your mouth?

Li Shaofeng's eating intestinal sashimi is now spread all over the hospital, and the director's daughter-in-law, as the number one enthusiastic (gossip) middle-aged woman in this hospital, knows the importance of Li Shaofeng to her husband, and the pillar of the unit has such a big incident, so she must report it to her husband quickly.

The director didn't believe it at first, but when he saw Li Shaofeng looking at the plate with a dark face, he looked like he couldn't swallow it, and he thought it was very possible.

I wanted to persuade Li Shaofeng to take care of his body, after all, there were still heavy tasks to give him in the future, but when he saw Li Shaofeng's naturally icy face, the director hesitated again.

"You're asking me about the progress of the experiment?"

"Uh, uh, yes." The director really can't say that the intestines that are eaten raw and not washed and carried with that or something are unhygienic...

Li Shaofeng's cleanliness is known to all.

When entering the laboratory, everyone is in the military uniform and jacket, and those who are engaged in scientific research have the habit of carrying a pen with them, so many people will have a little pen mark or something, only the second master, no matter how long he works overtime, his body is spotless, and even the bottom is super clean!

Everyone thought it was incredible, how did the second master do it?

It's such a man who is almost clean, and he actually eats this thing... The director also felt that the contrast was too great and it was difficult to adapt.

Reluctantly talked to Li Shaofeng about a few words of work, the director was forced by Li Shaofeng's strong aura and didn't dare to continue to talk about this large intestine, and when Li Shaofeng finished eating and left, the director gritted his teeth and went to the back kitchen.

"Tomorrow, let's add a pig intestine to the purchase."

Love will change at home, and the director still takes care of Li Shaofeng's emotions very much, but this raw...

The director added, "Be sure to pay attention to hygiene, it's cooked!" ”

Everyone in the cooking class was confused, that thing was not cooked... Can you eat it?

Li Shaofeng didn't know what was going on at first, but the second master who was hand-eyed soon knew, when Sha Baitian stumbled and relayed the rumors outside to the second master, the imported fountain pen that had been with the second master for several years was finally broken by the second master with his bare hands, and the second master's white hexagram, which was always pure and flawless, also had more ink ideas that could not be washed off for the first time.

Okay, you Chen Meng, you're dead!