The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 4 How Long Will It Take?
[Yuanyuan, I'm not at the hospital this afternoon because I have classes. I've already brought some snacks to the department. My clothes are washed but not worn yet. I picked up the mousse cake on the way. I hope you like it. ^^]
Do you have classes in the afternoon?
Fu Yuan thought about it and seemed to have seen him at this time last week. He seemed to be communicating with patients in the yard.

Maybe it’s because the school’s odd-week and even-week course schedules are different.

Fu Yuan finished reading the note while sitting in her seat, then crumpled it up into a ball and threw it into the trash can in annoyance. Although she had a good dream in the second half, she was still a little lethargic at this moment.

The chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea she had drunk in the morning had gone cold, so she stood up, poured out the tea, and replaced it with some warm water.

Strangely enough, after last night's dream, she felt a sense of emptiness in her stomach. She had to eat half a week's supply of bread from the refrigerator to barely keep from feeling hungry. This morning, she even ate three baskets of steamed dumplings before coming to work.

When I woke up, I started to feel hungry again.

Fu Yuan sat down, sipping her hot tea, and unpacked the box, following the packaging. The triangular mousse cake was exposed to the air, a sweet aroma brewing in the air. She cut it into three pieces with a plastic knife and devoured the entire cake in three bites, like a down-and-out noble who had been hungry for days.

Only then did I feel a little more comfortable.

In the morning, she thought that using her abilities would consume her body's energy, but she forgot about it at noon.

Thinking of this, Fu Yuan stopped sitting there slacking off and took his keys and went out.

Before leaving, he thoughtfully turned over the wooden sign hanging at the door, so that it read "Out, call me if you have any questions."

The hospital’s internal cafeteria has been closed and there is no convenience store. It is said that some patients need to control their diet, and it is also for the convenience of management.

She graduated from Z University, which is not far from here. You can see the school gate after turning two corners and passing three traffic lights.

The school is open and has a snack street inside. It is very famous in the whole Jiang City. No matter what time it is, it is always bustling with people.

At this time, in the snack street.

Fu Yuan raised his head with difficulty and looked around in the crowd. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar bright red color, and then he walked quickly towards it, pushing the scooter in his hand.

"Sister Meng, twenty skewers of lamb, five grilled gluten, five grilled chicken wings, five squids, and five sausages!"

The person arrived before him, but his words were spoken first, but his voice seemed a little weak.

When the people around heard her shouting, they all made way for her to pass. Fu Yuan pushed the electric bike and stopped in front of a big red sign that read "XJ Chuan Chuan BBQ". The sign had white letters on a red background and auspicious cloud symbols around it.

This is a barbecue restaurant with two barbecue stalls outside and the raw materials inside. The owner will prepare the skewers one by one and put them in the freezer. Customers can go into the store to choose the skewers they want to grill, or the owner can choose them for them.

Fresh lamb skewers, potato skewers and other skewers are neatly arranged on the grill. The skewers sizzle under the licking of charcoal fire, fat oozes out, and orange-red flames instantly ignite underneath.

The woman wore a blue mask, and her exposed face was red in the firelight. She picked up the neatly arranged jars and patted them gently. Cumin and chili powder fell down, and the lamb skewers were covered with an attractive coat of red and brown, and a rich spicy aroma wafted out in the wind.

Fu Yuan put down the electric bike brake pads and stood by and repeated it again.

The woman finally reacted and looked up at her. She continued talking to her without being affected by the work in her hands. "It's you. I haven't seen you for a long time."

Then he shouted into the house, "Old man, don't sleep anymore. Bring out twenty skewers of lamb, five roasted gluten, roasted chicken wings, squid, and sausage."

A voice from inside the house answered, sounding a bit sleepy. A moment later, a man wearing a turban came out, took something to another barbecue grill, and lit a fire.

The woman glared at him. “You take over this, I’ll grill that.”

The man, about 40 years old, was of medium build, with bronze skin, neat short hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a light mustache above his lips. He was a typical Kazakh and the woman's husband. They had been operating in Jiang City for more than years.

"I've graduated, it's not on my way." Fu Yuan said softly to the woman, responding to her words.

"Is that so? It's okay. Come over when you want to eat, or you can order online." The fire was still low and didn't need anyone to watch over it. The woman came into the house and brought a small red wooden stool to her and placed it on the ground. "Sit down for a while. It will take more than ten minutes."

"It's okay, it's okay." Fu Yuan waved his hand, sat on the electric bike, and asked the woman softly, "Why did you change places?"

"The rent is due, and there's a unified arrangement from above, dividing the market into different areas. Coffee and milk tea is one area, pastries are another. Barbecue stalls like ours have also been moving here sporadically. This has been happening recently."

The woman's name is Meng Jie, a native of Jiang City.

Fu Yuan nodded to show his understanding.

No wonder she didn't see any familiar shops this time. She wanted to go to the snack cabin to buy some chocolate to store in the office, but she only saw rows of "xxx barbecue" and "xxx barbecue".

“Business is difficult.”

The young college graduate looked around and thought she was just expressing her feelings, so he agreed with her in advance.

Meng Jie was amused by her and said to her, "It's actually not that bad. Don't be fooled by the fact that there are not many people in the store now. It's deserted. It's around 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening that it gets crowded. The later it gets, the more people there are, and it can last until 2 or 3 in the morning. We are closed in the morning and are taking a break. You are lucky to have come here. I just opened here, and you see most of the shops over there are still closed."

Students going to class are naturally not considered customers. So it seems that apart from another barbecue stall that is suspected to be doing takeout, she is the only customer in this store.

Fu Yuan stood on tiptoe and looked in the direction she pointed, and indeed only a few of the shops were open for business.

Meng Jie's iron hands, trained over the years, pierced through the yellow fireworks that occasionally flew up, flipped the skewers over, and asked about Fu Yuan's recent situation. "How about you? Are you still studying or working? I heard you mention before that you seemed to be studying psychology."

Fu Yuan said vaguely: "I work in the psychology department of a hospital."

"The hospital is good, and the benefits are great. You are worthy of being a top student of Z University." Meng Jie smiled affirmatively. In their opinion, it seems that being a civil servant, working in a hospital, and being a teacher are the most ideal jobs, with guaranteed income regardless of the weather.

Fu Yuan nodded randomly. Her head felt a little dizzy and double images began to appear in front of her eyes.

As she waited, she became hungrier and her intuition told her that she had to eat a lot of high-calorie food as soon as possible.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Jie, who was speaking, suddenly noticed that her lips were turning white rapidly. He waved his hands in front of her eyes. Seeing that she didn't react, he rubbed them hard on his body and walked forward to support her shoulders.

Fu Yuan shook his head and closed his eyes, indicating that nothing serious was happening. He said softly, "How long will it take... I'm so hungry."

(End of this chapter)