Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle

Chapter 1207 577: Chen Huihong, Are You Sick or Something?_3

"Boss, do you want a banana fruit platter? I'll cut one for you."

Qin Huai: "…I need to emphasize, bananas should not be sliced!"

Even though Qin Huai was only talking to An Youyou, for some reason, Qin Huai could feel Luo Jun's helplessness.

Qin Huai took a deep breath again, mustered up the courage, and turned around to look towards the living room sofa, locking eyes with Luo Jun.

With just a glance, Qin Huai knew that bringing An Youyou and Zhou Hu together to offer final care to Luo Jun today was a mistake.

Luo Jun was sitting in his favorite beanbag chair, his whole body sunk into it, staring blankly at the TV with Zhou Hu diligently pouring him tea. In front of him were many small snacks and a bowl of warm dried tangerine peel tea.

During hospice care, the dried tangerine peel tea was supplied without limit, with Zhang Shumei taking 10 servings to Yunzhong Restaurant this morning.

An Youyou and Zhou Hu's service was quite good.

The dried tangerine peel tea was always kept at a drinkable warm temperature. They had cut so many fruit platters, and even though the presentation wasn't great, the thought was sufficient.

All the nut snacks on the coffee table were pushed towards Luo Jun, and Qin Huai even caught sight of more than four types of tea.

There were pillows on the left side of Luo Jun's sofa and cushions on the right, with a small blanket next to them. When Qin Huai entered, he smelled a nice air freshener, though the mix with the durian smell was a bit strange, but Luo Jun himself didn't mind the smell of durian.

If Chen Huihong were here, the service wouldn't be this good.

At the very least, the seeds, peanuts, macadamia nuts, and other nuts wouldn't be placed in front of Luo Jun. If Chen Huihong stayed at Luo Jun's house for a day, she could eat three pounds of seeds.

Luo Jun was being treated like an honored guest, though the guest himself wasn't very satisfied with this service.

Luo Jun stared at Qin Huai with a blank expression, his eyes clearly conveying that he knew it must be Qin Huai's doing.

Qin Huai: …

"Ha." Luo Jun let out a cold laugh. "What? Planning to give me hospice care?"

"Did you all secretly create a group behind my back?"

Qin Huai: …

"Add me to the group," Luo Jun said. "And don't give me any of that nonsense. Get everyone who can come here. If those fruits on the table aren't finished, my inheritance will be donated and you won't get a penny."

"And you." Luo Jun looked at Zhou Hu. "The stories you tell are rubbish. Have fortune tellers' speaking skills deteriorated to this extent? Can you still make money with your storytelling? Sixty years ago in a teahouse, you'd starve telling such stories. Even newspaper ads are more entertaining than your stories."

"Listening to you is a waste of time and interrupts my TV watching. Is the funeral hall setup done, and you're here doing hospice care? Is this your job? Do you want the final payment or not? Get back to work quickly."

Zhou Hu made a hasty retreat.

Luo Jun looked at Qin Huai again: "Aren't you going to call and ask everyone to come over?"

Ten minutes later, the familiar, vibrant shouting echoed once again at Luo Jun's house.

"Chen Huihong, are you out of your mind?!"

"Oh come on, Luo Jun, you're about to die. Don't be so mad. I just ate a few of your seeds. These seeds have been on your coffee table all day, and nobody ate them. They must be for me, right?"

Qin Huai stood by the window, breathing and enjoying the breeze while sighing, "I used to worry that Mr. Luo might be angered to death by Sister Hong. Now it seems, Mr. Luo might actually like it this way."

"Looks like we should keep Sister Hong around for a few more days."

Shi Dadan stood next to Qin Huai devouring the fruit platter, asking, "Xiao Qin, do I have to come over every day to eat fruit like this?"

"I don't like eating fruits. Can you serve me some buns with them?"