"Very good." Huangfu Lin patted his sleeves and Shi Shiran stood up, "I'm a little tired. Let's go upstairs to have a rest. When I wake up, I hope to see a table of delicious meals." After a pause,
He added, "Chinese food."
Ning Xiaotong looked at the sky speechlessly.
After a while, she said dullly: "Can I ask for help?" Frank's family is so big, there must be some hourly workers, so can she ask the hourly worker to help cook?
Huangfu Lin, who had already walked up the stairs, paused and gave her two words: "Okay."
Ning Xiaotong breathed a sigh of relief, that's good.
Frank was hiding behind the green plants making coffee, his eyes were shining, he was in for a treat, Chinese food.
So he immediately ran over with the freshly brewed coffee and said, "Miss Ning, come here and try the coffee I brewed."
"Thank you." Ning Xiaotong took it expressionlessly and took a sip. Ugh, it's so hot.
Frank wanted to laugh, but he held it back, and began to look forward to Chinese food that was delicious, delicious, and delicious.
But soon, he realized that this blessing was actually a bitter taste!
Because the food cooked by Ning Xiaotong tastes really, really, really average.
Looking at a table of colorful dishes that neither looked good nor tasted good, Huangfu Lin was speechless, "Is this the feast you cooked?"
Originally, he was weak and should rest in bed more. He could have asked someone to send the meals upstairs to save himself the trouble of going up and downstairs and expending energy. But like Frank, he was also looking forward to this Chinese meal, especially Ning Xiaotong.
He cooked the food himself, so he endured the pain of the wound very proudly, went downstairs in person, and sat at the dining table with them, ready to share the delicious meal.
result……
So what is that sentence called? The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!
Ning Xiaotong felt a little guilty, "I didn't say I was going to make a big meal."
Huangfu Lin sighed, "Then it must at least be able to enter your mouth, right?"
Especially, he is still a patient and has lost too much blood, so he needs to replenish it no matter what. But on this big table, it is either undercooked or lacks salt and MSG. How can he eat it?
I couldn't bear it anymore, "Why don't you make some chicken soup?"
"I..." Xiaotong argued, "Making soup takes time, and you said you have to eat it when you wake up. I'm afraid I won't have enough time and won't stew it." Originally, she thought there was an auntie who was a part-time worker at home who could help, but she couldn't.
But Frank said that his aunt had something to do at home these days and asked for leave, and he was a foreigner who didn't know how to cook at all, so he couldn't help at all. Xiaotong had to mess around with such a big table by herself, just to satisfy Huangfu Lin's "
A table of delicious dishes."
Okay, although it's not delicious enough, when has Ning Xiaotong ever worked so hard in the kitchen? Although her family is not rich and cannot afford a servant, she has a virtuous mother, and her father and daughter have been together since childhood.
Her stomach was taken care of by her mother, and she rarely had the opportunity to cook. After graduation, she found a job and usually worked outside. On holidays, she would go home to eat the food cooked by her mother. How could she be like today?
Has the kitchen been busy for a long time?
He is not satisfied yet!
Xiaotong felt a little aggrieved, and her face looked a little ugly.