Under the impact of the dimensionality reduction of the academic masters, Liu Xuzhi could only bear it.

Is it so easy for me to be fooled?

"This poem was originally called "The Silence of Banzaguru Baima", and the author is Zashiram Duoduo. The poem comes from his collection of works "Suspected Wind and Moon" created in 2007." Su Yun said with a smile, "How is it, Lao Liu?"

If he was more reserved, Zheng Ren would evaluate this person with a higher score. Maybe everyone is familiar with him, and Su Yun didn't think about showing off, just to just laugh at Liu Xuzhi.

"Really or false?" Liu Xuzhi was speechless, but he still believed that this poem was a poem by Tsangyang Gyatso.

Just as he tried to maintain the dignity of the Xinglin Garden live broadcast room artist, Liu Xuzhi forgot about the dimensional reduction attack and forgot to face several hateful academic masters.

Like Don Gilleshode, he was determined to die without hesitation.

"There is nothing to discuss about this." Zheng Ren waved his hand and said, "The court has a judgment."

"..." Liu Xuzhi was stunned for a moment, the court? Why is it still involved in the court?

"Zhashiram Duoduo is a pseudonym. The author's original name is Tan Xiaojing, a Guangdong girl. On the morning of the 19th, he successfully defended his rights in the court of the imperial capital Dongcheng.

The court ruled that Zhuhai Publishing House Co., Ltd. would stop publishing and publishing the book "That day, January, and that year" containing the content of "Seeing and Not Seeing", and that Wangfujing Bookstore in Beijing Xinhua Bookstore stopped selling the book." Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi with some confusion.

"Boss Zheng, what's wrong?" Liu Xuzhi was a little nervous.

"The court has a verdict, don't you know? Old Liu, it's not okay to be so easy to cheat." Zheng Renyu said earnestly.

Looking at Zheng Ren's honest and simple expression, Liu Xuzhi felt that he seemed to have a wrong understanding of something.

As we chatted, the dishes we ordered were served one by one.

After studying for an afternoon, everyone was not interested in eating. It was not like to celebrate the success of the live broadcast of the surgery, they were all holding their energy to have a good meal.

He didn't drink alcohol, and ate a few bites of food in silence, and the topic of chatting changed to tips surgery. Although Su Yun was very disdainful of this, it was very important to let "ordinary grassroots" doctors understand this disease.

If the solution is not resolved for a long time, it will affect the amount of surgery and even affect the Nobel Prize this year.

Although Su Yun did not believe that he would win the Nobel Prize back then, he would have to fight for it no matter what.

First, they chatted in a low voice, and then Zheng Ren and Mu Tao had some disagreements, and the debate gradually became louder.

When Su Yun joined the battle group, the dining table turned into a small battlefield.

Liu Xuzhi was stunned.

Do the top students live like this? It looks a bit strange, and you can start arguing while eating.

With Su Yun's joining, Zheng Ren began to remain silent. He seemed to be thinking about something, but suddenly he waved to the waiter and said, "Waiter!"

A young waiter came over recently. It was during the meal and was busy. He ran over all the way, but he still didn't forget to have a smile on his face.

"Sir, what's the matter?" asked the young man.

Zheng Ren used chopsticks to point the sharp liver in front of him and said, "This liver."

The young man's face suddenly became nervous, his eyes fell into the tip of his liver, and he carefully searched for hair, steel wool balls and other things.

No, nothing was discovered.

"Is there any life? The kind of liver?" Zheng Ren asked.

"..." The young man was stunned.

Is this a meal or a mess?

He has been a waiter for quite some time. He has encountered people who deliberately seek trouble, but they basically talk about their hair and flies. Is this person in front of him really strange? He wants to have a whole liver?

"I'll go and ask you." Although he was surprised, he still calmed down and finished speaking in a low voice, and went to the back.

Soon, he ran back and said breathlessly: "Sir, there is no more."

Su Yun knew what Zheng Ren was going to do, so he waved to the young waiter, and a rare gentle smile appeared on his face, "You can't solve it, call out your chef or boss."

"You..." The young man didn't know what the group of people in front of him were doing.

"Your pork liver is not fresh," Su Yun said, "It's not that it's not fresh, it's because it's sick. Do we really need to get this kind of thing to be tested at the health and epidemic prevention station?"

I went... the waiter was crying so quickly.

Do you have ignorant eyes? Can you tell if you have pig liver disease? It’s nonsense.

However, he couldn't take the nonsense and was afraid that there would be something wrong. He looked embarrassed and bowed repeatedly, and ran to the back to find someone again.

"Brother Yun, are you really sick?" Liu Xuzhi asked honestly.

"You are sick." Su Yun picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth. "The taste is pretty good, but it's a little salty. I still like to eat Cantonese cuisine, which is lighter. Let me tell you, Lao Liu, I heard that you only use rotten** and leek flowers to eat the meat with hand-helds?"

“Many people eat this.”

"Put less salt, otherwise you will have to find your boss to have a heart surgery sooner or later." Su Yunpin sucked his liver and talked nonsense with Liu Xuzhi.

Soon, a short and fat middle-aged man came to the table with a serious face.

"Several gentlemen, do you think there is something wrong with the pig liver?" He spoke politely, but his tone was extremely serious. His masseter muscles bulged, and he seemed to be holding back the anger in his heart.

"You are the boss, right?" Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I just want a whole pork liver, there is no other meaning."

"Boss, either we go to the kitchen to see the pork liver, or let's talk about it." Su Yun lit the pork liver with chopsticks and said, "This is pork liver with hepatitis. You just do it like this, aren't you afraid of being transmitted to diners?"

"..." The boss was stunned.

"Hepatitis B." Su Yun lowered his voice very low, "This is not a trivial matter. We are not from the health and epidemic prevention station, we just want to see what the liver is like."

"Impossible. I've been working in catering for so many years and I've never heard of pig liver hepatitis B virus." The boss's fat face turned pale and he stubbornly retorted.

"Come on, come on." Su Yun said: "You are stubborn, let's talk."

He picked up a piece of pork liver, gestured at the short and fat boss, and asked strangely: "Are you afraid that others will not know? You are so far away?"

The short and fat boss couldn't figure out what the group of people meant. He looked at two foreigners, and the rest were all gentle and kind, not like he was causing trouble.

He was confused and moved forward.

"Look at this place, do you know what this is?" Su Yun asked with a strange smile.

"..." The boss was silent.

All pork livers seem to be like this. If you really want to ask what the little bumps on it are, who knows it!
Chapter completed!