There is Chef Yu in the Entertainment circle

Chapter 1

Hungry!

Starving to death!

Yu Siyang was so weak and weak that he had no strength to move his fingers.

However, I was so hungry that I would starve to death if I stopped eating.

A starved chef said that he would laugh at others' teeth.

Maybe he'll be on the social news even if he's dead. He even thought about the title-"Just got the International Culinary Gold Award, how could a chef starve to death".

This method of death sounds stupid.

A strong desire to survive urged Yu Siyang to open his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, a woman in her early twenties wearing a pink nurse outfit of Mercy Hospital looked at him with a flash of surprise on her face, "Well, you're awake, I'll call the doctor." He spoke, and the woman left quickly.

Yu Siyang looked weakly at the young nurse disappearing out of the door.

Why go so fast, anyway, stuttering, really starving.

The young nurse returned shortly after, with a white coat behind her.

The white coat checked Yu Siyang and asked him a few questions.

Yu Siyang said weakly: "Headache, lack of energy, and hungry." He emphasized: "I am starving."

The white coat froze for a moment, and laughed, "You can know that you are hungry, so there is no major problem." Then, the nurse was instructed to observe some precautions of the patient.

As soon as the white coat was gone, the young nurse poured a glass of water, inserted a straw, and handed it to Yu Siyang's mouth. "The nurse went to eat and will come back later."

Is it really kind to say to someone who is going to starve to death?

Yu Siyang's eyes looked a little desperate when he looked at the nurse. He drank a glass of water with a straw and murmured, without food, or water. At least a little stuff could be delivered to the stomach, and his soul was almost hungry. .

"Thank you." Yu Siyang asked the nurse weakly: "Excuse me, am I seriously injured?"

"Intracranial hemorrhage, concussion, and different degrees of soft tissue contusion on the body." The nurse joked, "Relax, you didn't hurt your face." After that, she walked out of the ward.

Yu Siyang was lying in bed watching the nurse's back disappearing out of the door, and his stomach was groaning hungry. The nurse's sister didn't say that he could get him something to eat, but he was concerned about his face.

A big man hurts his face and hurts him. What deserves special mention? Anyway, he doesn't rely on his face to eat.

When Yu Siyang used back-knife operation skills to divert attention from hunger, back to pulling the blade, the nurse finally returned.

"Brother Yu, the nurse said you woke up and asked me to give you something light. I brought you rice porridge." The nurse lifted the white rice porridge packaged in his hand, opened the lid and placed it on the table carefully. Slowly shake the bed and scoop it to the patient's mouth.

Yu Siyang took the caregiver's oily mouth and sniffed. The caregiver ate braised pork and eggplant. The braised pork should be stewed too much. The eggplant was probably cooked with water.

He commented in his heart: It must be difficult to eat!

I took a bite of warm rice porridge, and the occupational disease attacked, and evaluated: The porridge must not have been stirred thickly, and there was no oil, and the heat was messy and unpalatable!