Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 72 The Reclusive Woman

"It really is Mr. Zhuo. I have an apprentice who just returned from her studies at Le Cordon Bleu Culinary Arts Academy. I plan to record the cooking process so she can learn from it."

"pretty good."

Unlike the old days when "teaching apprentices would lead to the starvation of their masters," Zhuo Tong still appreciates this sense of belief in "inheritance."

After all, skills are static, but people are dynamic.

When a person dies, they can't take anything with them. It's better to let what you've learned be passed down forever, at least as proof that you once lived.

This is why he spared no effort in training several new sales personnel, including Liu Ru, and passing on his experience and methods.

After confirming the order, Zhuo Tong spread the menu out on the table and waited for Bai Wei to arrive.

The other staff members busied themselves, quickly bringing over the prepared ingredients from the kitchen.

Except for chickens, beef, ducks, and lambs, which were just slaughtered and whose meat was still twitching, the seafood was still panting in the tank.

This shows how fresh the ingredients must be.

As the sun was about to set, Bai Wei was led into her room by a waiter.

Perhaps because it was cool in the hospital and the clinic, Bai Wei wore a thin black long-sleeved top with a high neck and straight-leg trousers, which made her long, straight legs look even taller.

Her clothes were simple and unpretentious, but they perfectly matched her cool and aloof temperament.

After a long surgery, she went back to work for a while, so Zhuo Tong could easily catch the obvious fatigue in her expression and eyes.

Good evening, Dr. Bai.

"Good evening. It's after get off work hours now, so you don't need to call me doctor."

"Okay, Miss Bai."

Unlike traditional Western dining etiquette, Zhuo Tong did not pull out chairs for women like so-called gentlemen do.

From the moment Bai Wei walked in, he showed no intention of getting up, and his tone remained calm throughout, as if he felt no surprise or joy at her arrival.

Bai Wei was clearly not the type of person who paid much attention to etiquette; she simply nodded in response and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Once everyone had arrived, the waiter began setting out plates, cutlery, and wine glasses for the two of them.

Both Bordeaux glasses are imported from Austria by Zalto and are handcrafted.

In order to pursue the mellow aroma of the wine itself, the glass is designed to be particularly thin and fragile, which also makes the effect of the wine clinging to the glass and the feel of the glass excellent.

However, Bai Wei pushed the Bordeaux glass she had just put down forward and said calmly:

"I don't drink alcohol, it's bad for my liver. I just drink lemon water without ice."

The waiter was taken aback at first, but quickly realized what was happening, replaced her cup with a Collins glass, and poured her room-temperature lemon water.

Seeing that she didn't intend to drink, Zhuo Tong changed to the same cup and lemon water as her.

After the waiter put down the kettle and left the private room, Zhuo Tong finally asked her:
"Doesn't Dr. Bai find it strange? You said you were going to treat me to dinner, but I'm the one who made the reservations for the restaurant."

"It's not surprising, this is the first time I've ever eaten with someone else."

Zhuo Tong's mouth was slightly open, clearly somewhat surprised.

He knew Bai Wei was aloof and didn't like to socialize much, but he didn't expect her to be so withdrawn that she had never even eaten with anyone.

What kind of life did she live before? She was always alone, yet she never felt lonely.

This only made Zhuo Tong more curious about her.

"Here's the menu. Since you're treating, it would be a bit presumptuous of me to take charge of ordering." Bai Wei silently took the menu, her eyes quickly scanning the names of the dishes on both sides, before her gaze lingered on the page with home-style dishes.

Seeing this, Zhuo Tong thought to himself, "It's exactly as I guessed."

Compared to those expensive and small-portion Western dishes, Bai Wei prefers a more pragmatic approach.

Moreover, the home-style dishes are mostly low in salt and oil, healthy and light, which may be more in line with Bai Wei's personality as a doctor.

"I'd like some steamed broccoli..."

She paused, then looked up and asked Liang Qiwei, the chef for tonight's dinner:

Can I order something other than what's on the menu?

Liang Qiwei glanced at Zhuo Tong silently, and only dared to agree after seeing him nod.
"Of course, as long as the ingredients are listed above, I can make it exactly as you say."

"Okay, I'll have okra salad, sliced ​​cucumber and cherry tomatoes, salmon belly, and a serving of boiled shrimp."

After saying that, she handed the menu to Zhuo Tong.

Zhuo Tong was taken aback. What she ordered was hardly home-style cooking; it sounded like light meals.

Also, I wanted her to order dishes for the two of us to share, so that it would feel like we were having dinner together.

Why did she order her own portion?

However, Zhuo Tong was not surprised, since she already knew that Bai Wei was used to being alone and naturally did not have the habit of ordering food for others.

Since she wasn't ordering from the menu, I'll just order for myself. I also want to try Chef Liang's cooking.

"Since Miss Bai doesn't want to be too conventional, I'll order something more casual."

"Black pork and fish maw soup, sea-caught grouper, seaweed bread baked chicken, brown rice porridge for the main course, and black truffle and chestnut tart for dessert. Prepare two of everything."

"Okay, Mr. Zhuo."

After confirming the meal order, Liang Qiwei quickly got to work.

Fortunately, the dishes Bai Wei ordered didn't require complicated cooking methods, so they should be served quickly.

After the menu was taken away, the two finally had some space to chat.

Zhuo Tong decided to try diplomacy first, so he solemnly expressed his gratitude to Bai Wei:

“When my mother was seriously ill and needed surgery, I thought that I must find the best doctor for her, and even the two stents used had to be imported.”

"Although Dr. Bai's surgery fees are a bit expensive, your success rate and reputation are the best in the Department of Cardiology at Shenzhen University General Hospital."

"Just as I expected, all my expectations were met. I am grateful to Dr. Bai for saving my mother's life."

Zhuo Tong's heartfelt speech did not resonate much with Bai Wei. She simply gave a faint "hmm" and nodded.

Seeing that she wasn't buying it, Zhuo Tong had to start using strategy.

"My mother has now completed her surgery. I would like to ask how long she is expected to complete her post-operative treatment and be discharged from the hospital?"

These words immediately caught Bai Wei's attention.

She gazed at Zhuo Tong and noticed a clue in his expression, which vaguely revealed anxiety and tension.

While wanting his mother to be discharged from the hospital safely is a reasonable thought, why is he in such a hurry? Is it because he doesn't want her to stay in the hospital for long?
But the ward he prepared for Chen Qiuhong was the most luxurious, and all the treatment plans were the best.

Logically speaking, hospital care should be much more meticulous than the care she would receive at home.

Could it be... that he's trying to avoid me?
(End of this chapter)