1152. Sweet Theater: Cooking 10

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He coughed covertly and said, "Young lady, I'm sorry, I'm old and my eyesight is dim. I've made the kitchen look like this. Don't laugh at me."

Huanyan looked at the messy scene in the kitchen and thought to herself, Xie Ma, no matter how old and dim her eyes were, she couldn't have made the kitchen like this. It didn't look like it was done by ordinary people. It looked like it had been bombed by aliens, or

The enemy sent weapons of mass destruction to carry out devastating operations.

Three black lines dripped from her forehead...

Forget it, Xie Ma will definitely not tell the truth. Although Xie Ma is close to me, she is closer to Situ Chenjue. Forget it, my aunt won't ask so many questions.

So he coughed, smoothed his hair, and asked leisurely: "Where is Chen Jue? Is he out?"

"He went out."

Huanyan pouted unhappily, "Why didn't he call me when he went out... He must have gone to a party with some bad friends..."

Mother Xie quickly thought of a reason, "The young master received a call just now, saying that something happened in the company. Think about it, he is a big president. Although he is on vacation, he still has things to deal with. So, young master, please stay at home first.

Rest, listen to music, read a book, he will be back soon."

"Oh." Huanyan glanced at the corner of the kitchen unintentionally and found a lot of mung beans...

green beans?

She was as attentive as a hair. She suddenly thought of something and shook her head. It was impossible. Situ Chenjue would cook specially and make mung beans for her?

It's probably just that I'm overly worried, maybe Xie's mother bought it there earlier.

Shaking her head, she went back to her room, picked up a book and started reading, but she kept thinking about what the hell Situ Chenjue was doing this time.

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It is said that Situ Chenjue drove his sports car around for a long time and finally found the dilapidated elementary school.

He was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally found it, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to ask Huanyan.

As a result, he leaned over and took a look, fully expecting to see the shaky old woman, her little shop, and those little kids.

But he didn't realize that he was so unlucky today that the mung bean soup shop was closed.

The wooden door was like a menacing god, firmly blocking him out.

Situ Chenjue thought that this was terrible. The last time he saw the old woman, she was already in a dying state. He didn't know how old she was.

Maybe his health was not good and the old revolutionary could no longer work, so he left the shop and packed up and left.

Oh my god, without this old lady, where would I find the recipe for the mysterious, legendary, and said to be very delicious mung bean soup?

He scratched his head and felt that this was more difficult for him than signing a big deal.

Go back?

no!

I just said harsh words to Mother Xie, so it would be too shameful to just go back home like this.

Just wait.

He just sat in the car eagerly, rolled up the window, and waited at the door of the dilapidated house, waiting for the shop to reopen.

After all, he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. It was only 11 o'clock at noon. Maybe the old lady got up late and the door might not open until the afternoon. I remember that the last time he came over, it seemed to be in the afternoon.

He waited and waited, suddenly feeling a little hungry in his stomach, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet...


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