When he woke up, the room was dark, the curtains were closed, and his back was sweating slightly due to the heat. Jiang Zimo only felt a headache, and it took him a while to see the time clearly on the clock hanging on the wall. It turned out that
It's not yet seven o'clock.
She pressed her forehead. She couldn't remember how she lay down. She stretched out her hand to lift the thin blanket covering her body, staggered out of bed, took a bathrobe from the cloakroom and put it in her closet.
Master bedroom bathroom.
After she took a hot bath comfortably, got dressed and put on makeup, and came out of the living room to prepare breakfast, she was surprised to see two breakfasts already placed on the dining table.
The beautiful child was sitting at the dining table, carefully smearing yellow butter on the black toast. Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and smiled brightly at her. "Sister, good morning!"
As if being infected by that smile, she couldn't help but smile sincerely. She looked at the fried ham and eggs on the table, as well as the fresh mushroom chicken soup. She exclaimed: "Wow! I didn't even know who you are.
Those who know how to cook, well, this soup is good, the color is beautiful, and it smells delicious."
The boy is sitting in a wheelchair. Fortunately, the wheelchairs provided by European hospitals are designed according to the height of white people. In addition, he is also quite tall, so he can finally show off his skills on the kitchen console. But Jiang
Zi Mo forgot one thing in his hurry, that is, her soup bowls were placed on the upper level of the cupboard. How could he, a person with limited mobility of his legs, reach them?
But the child's smile was so modest and cute that she suddenly forgot to think normally.
"Sister, do you have to go to work today? I will prepare dinner for you when you come back tonight. What do you like to eat?"
After taking a nice sip of the sweet chicken soup, Jiang Zimo ate a thin slice of mushroom. Well, his knife skills are still a bit lacking. This kind of round-mouthed oyster mushroom should be cut into pieces and cooked in soup. Slice it and cook it like this.
I can't help but grow old.
"You know how to cook? Did you learn it at home?"
The child shook his head at her, and then she remembered that he was an amnesia patient.
"My sister was not feeling well last night, so I thought, how about I check the information on the Internet and learn to help cook. Fortunately, the cooked food is not too unpalatable."
Jiang Zimo smiled when he heard this. This guy is so lovable. "It's not unpalatable, it's so delicious. You're so smart. You can cook like this for the first time."
, you are so talented! ------Hey, oh, by the way, I still don't know your name, what do you think I should call you?"
Jiang Zimo paused for a moment, just because she suddenly thought of someone again.
It's the same as cooking. Regarding this issue, it seems that everyone's talent is really different.
She quickly interrupted her thoughts and turned the topic to the name of the child. In any case, feeding him here and there was really rude.
When the boy saw that she finally remembered the question about his name, he immediately smiled and blurted out: "My sister's surname is Jiang, then call me Xiao Jiang!"
Jiang Zimo almost spit out all the soup in his mouth, Xiao Jiang... why does this name sound so funny?!
The identity she is forging now is Jiang Li. Li, she can't just call her Xiao Li?