Joke: The story of what you eat and what you pull.

Joke: The story of what you eat and what you pull.

Last night, at the invitation of a friend, we ate in a restaurant. Very lively. During the dinner, I saw my friend Xiao Zhang watching the delicious food at this table. He just sat there and didn't see him move chopsticks.

At this time, the friend at the same table ignored him and just put the best food in his stomach first. It's just that after three rounds of wine, the taste is mixed, and Zhang still doesn't move chopsticks. In this way, everyone is a little embarrassed.

So, a friend advised Xiao Zhang: Is the food and wine not to your taste? Even if it doesn't agree with my appetite, how much can I get hungry after eating some summer sleeping mats?

As soon as this friend said this, Xiao Zhang replied: I really have no appetite! I have a bad stomach recently. Pull whatever you eat.

Xiao Zhang replied in this way, and the friends present were quite helpless. At this moment, Xiao Li next to me spoke to me: Isn't Da Zhou's wife a doctor? Ask Zhou's wife what to eat another day to get back to her original state.

As soon as Xiao Li said this, I replied: My wife is a gynecologist, not a gastroenterologist. If Xiao Zhang's wife is pregnant and gives birth to a child, she can still consult some fertility knowledge. This is not gastrointestinal. What can I ask my wife? Why don't you log on to the internet and consult some great writers who are engaged in medical work, such as "Dancing Alone in the Rain".

I didn't feel anything when I said this, but Xiao Zhang was happy and said to me, Zhou, your wife is a doctor. I think your skills should be better than yours! Your wife knows medical skills. What you should know is magic. On weekdays, you have the most bad ideas. Many incurable diseases that even experts and professors can't solve, here, it is not a problem to "bang" with a spell. As soon as you come out of the mountain, I estimate that many people in Maoshan will lose their jobs.

Mom, it won't hurt me. I thought to myself. Then, Xiao Zhang continued to say to me: Da Zhou! Help! I have a bad stomach recently. What do I eat and pull? What can I do to restore it?

Back to the way it was? Hear such a sentence. At this time, I put on a pair of exquisite old Chinese medicine models advertised on telephone poles, and asked him to put his ears together first. Xiao Zhang doesn't understand: just say it and let everyone share it. Why put your ears together? I said to him: Don't share this with other friends, especially this table. I won't tell you unless you put your ear up, because what I want to tell you is an ancestral secret recipe stolen from someone else's house.

Helpless, Xiao Zhang had to put his ears together. At this time, I whispered to him: according to the symptoms of what you eat and pull, I will tell you a secret recipe. Don't tell anyone at the dinner table. The secret is to eat shit. After you eat shit, if it is not shit, you can slap me.

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