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Chapter 627 The Brain Is Sick

The old squad leader almost burst into tears.Five days ago, this foreign soldier was wandering around in the cafeteria with his head wrapped like an Indian's on his head every day.

The cafeteria is an important place, how can other people wander around here?What's more, this person still looks like a seriously wounded person, his head is wrapped like an Indian - God knows how big a hole in his brain must be.In this place full of pots and pans and frying, isn't he afraid of infection?

It's a pity that the old squad leader's request to clear the scene was rejected by the doctors of the peacekeeping hospital.According to the neurosurgeon of the Peacekeeping Hospital, after the patient had a head fracture and cerebral hemorrhage, he was in a coma for four days in the hospital, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to ask for an authentic Chinese meal. If there is a love for Chinese food, it is worth letting him hang around in the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

What's more, the doctors were surprised to find that after the patient got the permission "as long as you can walk by yourself, you can visit the cafeteria", the peacekeeper from Germany improved at an amazing speed.The doctors originally expected that he might have to walk with a cane in his next life, but he didn't expect that after half a month, he would be able to stand staggeringly with the assistance of a walker.

After two months of treatment in the peacekeeping hospital—that is, five days ago, the German soldier named Meyer successfully obtained the right to move freely in the cafeteria.Then he began to appear in every corner of the cafeteria, and he was very picky about the old squad leader's craftsmanship.

"How can there be such a thing? How can there be him like this?" The old squad leader was so excited that he was about to cry, "Comrade, it's not me, Lao Xie, who is boasting. When I was in China, I cooked for the military region. So many leaders The leader never told me that I can’t do it here, he’s a German, and he can pick out four or five faults in one dish!” The old squad leader stomped his feet fiercely, “Although I don’t speak English very well, but 'Very bad' and 'This is not good' are still understandable!"

Sun Lien was a little uncertain whether the old squad leader was angry because of "being picked on by others", or because he was excited because "one dish can be picked out with four or five faults".He patted the old squad leader's hand with a wry smile, "Maybe it's because of his sharp tongue? When we first came, you created the dinner, right? The doctors in the entire medical team thought it was good to eat!" He said Turning his head to Meyer, he said in English, "I think this chef's skills are very good. The dinner we had when we first came was perfect."

"There was a mistake in the milk tea that night. The tea leaves were boiled in boiling water for too long. As a result, the milk tea had a slight bitter taste." Unexpectedly, Meyer started counting the lack of dishes at the dinner with his fingers. "The bamboo stick hot pot was cooled, the bamboo sticks used were not boiled in boiling water long enough, and the dish had a grassy taste of bamboo. In addition, too much chili was used, and the strong taste covered the taste of the food itself, which was a complete waste The pork bone and hen broth that the chefs have been cooking for a day..."

Sun Li'en was dumbfounded, although he didn't find any of the problems Meyer said.But now it sounds like it still makes sense.He didn't bother to comfort the old squad leader who was blowing up again, but asked curiously, "Were you a chef before? Or did you work for an internationally renowned gourmet magazine?" Sun Lien really couldn't think of such a picky and sensitive person. Why did the gourmet choose to become a Wehrmacht soldier and was sent to Politanvia—could he have made a special trip to imitate the skills of the old squad leader?

"No, no, no, I used to be an engineer." Unexpectedly, Meyer shook his head again and again, "Before I signed the contract to join the Wehrmacht, I worked in the Mercedes-Benz factory in Stuttgart."

"Then when did you show your talent?" Sun Li'en became even more curious, he turned to the old squad leader and said, "This man is absolutely amazing, he is not a chef or a gourmet at all - he used to work in Mercedes-Benz .”

"What Mercedes? I think he's just stupid!" The old squad leader circled angrily, "What's wrong with the dishes I cook?"

"I don't know." Unexpectedly, Meyer didn't know when his talent began to appear. "I had an exchange in England when I was in high school. At that time, I thought eel jelly was a very good food. The street food I ate..." At this point, he had a disgusted expression on his face, "I seriously suspect that there was something wrong with my brain at that time."

After Sun Lien conveyed the little regrets about the dishes at the previous dinner party and Meyer's muttered comment of "the braised pork candy is overcooked" to the old squad leader, he looked at Meyer again.

"Meyer Muller, male, 28 years old. Brain injury (1459.48.33), skull defect (1457.32.18), hyperphagia (1435.37.15), foreign accent (1422.25.48)"

The first two states are reasonable, but this... What's the matter with the hyperappetite and the foreign accent?Sun Li'en was taken aback when he saw this, and then smiled wryly.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Sun Li'en suddenly start laughing, the old squad leader became nervous.There is already a neurotic German in the cafeteria. If there is another neurotic Chinese doctor, he may also go crazy.

"I...I laughed at him." Sun Lien patted his thigh, he could see rare diseases without going to the hospital.He ignored the old squad leader, but smiled and said to Meyer, "When you spoke English before, you didn't have this...accent, did you?"

"Of course not." Meyer shrugged his shoulders and made a very foreigner's gesture of spreading his hands. "When I was studying in England, I went to Cheshire."

"Then why do you speak with this accent now?" Sun Lien continued to ask, "Oh, by the way, I haven't heard of German yet. How do you say good morning in German?"

"This accent is easy to speak." Meyer replied very naturally, and then he was going to speak German at Sun Lien's request.But as soon as he opened his mouth, he froze in place.

Sun Li'en stared at Meyer's movements, and asked with a smile after a few seconds, "Is it because you can't say it when you're on the verge of speaking?"

Meyer nodded very seriously, and then said to Sun Lien, "What's wrong with me?"

"I'm not completely sure yet, but... I feel like you'll be on the news." Sun Lien searched all his pockets, then found a pen and paper and handed them over, "If you feel like you can't say it, can you Write it down?"

Meyer, though still a little confused, did as he did. The words "Guten Morgen" appeared smoothly from his pen. He held up the paper in his hand and said with some relief, "Thank God, I can still write."

"Do you think that the dishes you eat... are not high-grade or refined?" Sun Li'en nodded, and continued to ask questions, "Compared with ordinary salads, would you prefer to eat the kind that is carefully prepared by the chef? Dishes?"

Meyer nodded as it should, "Of course, there are delicious things, who would want to eat those poorly made food for rabbits?"

Sun Lien made two quick notes on the paper with a pen, and then said to the old squad leader, "I have a good news and a bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Comrade, if you have something to say, just say it." The old squad leader rolled his eyes, "I'm still in a hurry to get back to cooking—the lunch dishes haven't been cooked yet."

"The good news is that this German is indeed mentally ill." Sun Li'en explained very seriously, "but the bad news is that the shortcomings he picks up should really exist, not that he's just being picky."

(End of this chapter)