After looking around, she just took out a few tomatoes and two eggs and asked her to cook for these two guys. She was not in much mood and just wanted to deal with the problem.
I originally wanted to make tomato and egg noodles, but I looked around and found no noodles.
“Are there any noodles?!”
"Yes, ma'am, wait a moment."
The servant opened the refrigerator on the other side and took out a bag of noodles.
Luo Xiaoqian took it and took a look and was immediately stunned.
The bag of noodles in her hand was dark yellow in color. It was obviously pasta. It had Italian characters all over it. She couldn't understand how long it should be cooked.
And, most importantly, she doesn't know how to make pasta.
Looking at the noodles in front of her, Luo Xiaoqian was just in trouble.
Leng Zirui was looking around, but when he saw her frowning, he immediately came over and asked, "Is there any problem?"
"This...Italian, I can't understand." Luo Xiaoqian reflected on the document on the package, "How many minutes should it be cooked?"
Leng Zirui looked at the noodles in her hand and said, "You have to ask Mr. Locke about this. I don't understand Italian either."
Helpless, Luo Xiaoqian had no choice but to walk towards Locke, "Can you help me take a look, how many minutes does this need to be cooked?"
On the side, Leng Zirui just winked at Locke and hinted, "You two study slowly, I will go outside and open a bottle of wine first!"
Locke thought he was deliberately creating opportunities for himself and Luo Xiaoqian, and waved to him with a smile, "There is wine in the cellar, go get it yourself."
Leng Zirui walked out of the restaurant, and Locke took the package of spaghetti from Luo Xiaoqian's hand and pointed at the Italian text on it with his finger, "There is a time written here, just boil it for ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?" Luo Xiaoqian nodded and turned around to wash the vegetables she needed.
The eldest young man Locke, who had never even washed the fruit on weekdays, took the initiative to come forward to help in order to get closer to the beautiful lady.
While the two of them were preparing supper in the kitchen, Leng Zirui walked around in the dining room, then turned and went upstairs to the door of Luo Xiaoqian's room. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he immediately opened the door and walked in.
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Taking out the prepared note from his hand, Leng Zirui looked around suspiciously, and his eyes fell on the pillow.
Quickly walking forward, he took out the note and carefully stuffed it into the pillow. Worried that Luo Xiaoqian wouldn't notice, he grabbed two cherries from the fruit plate on the table and stuffed them in.
After tidying up everything, Leng Zirui walked out of her room again, and then went downstairs to the wine cellar to pick out wine.
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In the kitchen.
Locke helped Luo Xiaoqian wash the dishes, and when he saw her reaching for the knife, he immediately reached over and grabbed her palm.
"You have an injury on your hand, let me do it."
Luo Xiaoqian took her hand out of his and stepped aside.
"How big should it be cut?"
"Hmm...a slightly thicker slice."
Luo Xiaoqian agreed casually, looking at Locke standing at the table cutting tomatoes, her eyes glanced at the knife in Locke's hand, and then fell on the knife holder beside him.
There are several knives on the knife rest, including boning knives, meat cleavers, fruit knives...
That boning knife has a long and sharp blade, enough to kill people.
If she takes out the knife and puts it to his throat, can she threaten him and run away?!
Luo Xiaoqian quickly speculated on the possibility of this trip in her mind, and took a step towards the knife rest, and then took another small step.
