C121 Lecturer Conference
C121 Lecturer Conference
When he arrived at the kitchen, Wu Jing walked in. Lee Jun raised his head and looked at her with infatuation.
Wu Jing was wearing a ponytail and an apron around her neck. The confusion disappeared and he turned into a perfect wife and mother.
Wu Jing's cheeks flushed slightly when she saw Lee Jun staring at her.
"How did you get to know my dad? Did you get close to my dad on purpose? I can tell you the truth, I'm not interested in boys younger than me. "
Lee Jun was completely dumbfounded. He didn't expect Wu Jing to have such a valiant side.
"If Mr. Wu hadn't forcefully pulled me here, who knows if I would have come? Do you think I'd want to come?"
Hearing Lee Jun's words, Wu Jing was confused for a moment before speaking.
"If that's the case, then that's fine. You go out, I'll cook a few more dishes and leave after the meal."
"It's fine. I'll be fine when you cook. Just wait outside for a while."
Wu Jing was about to say something, but Lee Jun had already picked up the kitchen knife.
In the blink of an eye, the few pieces of tofu placed in front of Lee Jun had been cut into a dozen square pieces. Wu Jing was stunned when she saw this scene.
Lee Jun's knife skills made her sigh in self-pity. At the same time, she was also curious about what the dishes that Lee Jun would cook would be like.
Thus, he walked out of the kitchen. Seeing Wu Jing walk out of the kitchen, Professor Wu, who was sitting outside, asked in confusion.
"Xiao Jing, didn't you say you were going to cook?"
Wu Jing did not answer Professor Wu's question and asked in puzzlement.
"Dad, how did you and that guy meet? How did he become your friend? "
Professor Wu became excited upon hearing Wu Jing's question.
"Xiao Jing, do you remember that paper from last time? On the theory of dead acupoints. "
Wu Jing nodded. Professor Wu continued.
"That paper was written by Lee Jun."
"Dad, are you sure you aren't mistaken? How old is that guy? How could he possibly give such a thesis?"
Wu Jing directly said after hearing Professor Wu's words.
"Xiao Jing, the thesis was indeed written by Lee Jun. He even personally did an experiment and everyone in the classroom can prove that I was right there. Even I am impressed by his method of piercing his acupoints with needles."
Wu Jing knew that there was no need for her father to lie to her. Hearing Professor Wu's words, Wu Jing was also curious.
Was that fellow really as formidable as his father had said? How could I not see it?
After about 20 minutes, the kitchen door opened and a fragrant smell wafted out from the kitchen.
Smelling the fragrance of the food, Wu Jing and Professor Wu looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Several dishes were quickly placed on the table. Professor Wu and Wu Jing stared at the dishes on the table.
The two of them had yet to use their chopsticks, but the fragrance of the dishes on the table was constantly stimulating their sense of smell.
"You can eat now. What are you waiting for?"
As Lee Jun said that, Professor Wu and Wu Jing immediately started to eat without any hesitation.
Wu Jing was stunned as she looked at Lee Jun in shock after putting a piece of tofu into her mouth.
"This... These... Was it really you who did it? "
This time, Wu Jing was really impressed with Lee Jun. She put aside all the other acupuncture points. Lee Jun's cooking skill alone was enough to convince her.
Whether it was the color, fragrance or everything else, the 5-star chef shouldn't be able to produce this much, right?
It had to be said that when Lee Jun cooked this meal, it did change Wu Jing's opinion slightly.
At least, Wu Jing didn't think that Lee Jun was that annoying. At least, Lee Jun was outstanding.
After the meal, Wu Jing and Professor Wu ate all the dishes on the table like reincarnated hungry ghosts.
He didn't even care about his image, not even leaving a single drop of soup behind.
"Lee Jun, thanks to you, I haven't had such a delicious meal in a long time. Xiao Jing, clean up the dishes. Let's go to the study room to chat."
Professor Wu said as he came to the study room.
"Lee Jun, the things you said last time and the experiments you did, I wrote a paper. That paper caused a storm in the Chinese Medical field and many people want to experience it. Your masterful technique."
"Mr. Wu, what did you say about the speech?"
"Actually, this speech is also the main reason why I called you here. Every five years, every city will send a professor or an old Chinese doctor to attend the China Medical Assembly."
"Hai K City's representative is me. A few days ago, I had already removed my name and recommended you to him. The main course of the speech …"
After listening to Professor Wu's speech, Lee Jun slightly frowned.
"Mr. Wu, I don't have the qualifications to participate in a lecture like this. I think this matter …"
"Lee Jun, don't decline. The reason why Chinese medicine was buried was all because of those stubborn old men. They refused to share the essence of the medicine, causing the ancient medical skills to be lost."
"I need you to lead the way and break those stubborn thoughts. I know that it is a little difficult to have you unselfishly explain your medical skills, but it is related to the future development of Chinese medicine …"
Under Professor Wu's constant narration, the future development of traditional Chinese medicine was brought up, and even the survival of traditional Chinese medicine was brought up.
One by one, large hats fell on Lee Jun's head.
Seeing Professor Wu's sincere gaze, coupled with the fact that the lecture was going to be held in a few months' time, Zhang Ye decided to give Professor Wu a speech.
Thus, Lee Jun agreed to it temporarily.